the earth has music for those who listen
Giving Boreal a gentle pat as if he comes across dragons every day (and in a place like Stormbreak that isn't entirely wrong), Mateo has crouched down before the wheeled crate to ensure that the young sapling is healthy. And it certainly seems to be, much to his delight, the boy finally glancing up at Tal as if seeing him for the first time.
"Something new?" he blurts, his voice cracking a bit on the tail end of the word. "That's amazing. You should let it go somewhere near the riverbank," he decides. "The look of its root system means it will probably like to be somewhere it can get its feet wet without having to wander too far."
Sticking out his hand around the walking palm, he offers a dimpled smile. "I'm Mateo, by the way."
"Something new?" he blurts, his voice cracking a bit on the tail end of the word. "That's amazing. You should let it go somewhere near the riverbank," he decides. "The look of its root system means it will probably like to be somewhere it can get its feet wet without having to wander too far."
Sticking out his hand around the walking palm, he offers a dimpled smile. "I'm Mateo, by the way."
