Tal wrinkled his nose at the weird words and looked like he might have been regretting that handshake, but it was too late and at least the kid translated afterwards. "Uh... sure." He was even more wary now that he'd heard what was probably some sort of language of the spirits, but Boreal was blithely unbothered by the boy and visibly perked up at the mention of that most magical of words - jerky.
The walking palm leaned towards the side of the cart, rootlets shifting languidly over the edge, and Tal paused to reposition it. He lifted it like a lanky toddler and settled it back into the center of the cart with a gruff pat of: "Soon, okay?" before looking back to Mateo with both dark brows raised. "Kinda far from Torchline, aren'tcha?" Though he guessed that's what the kid meant by 'distracted.' "Aren't your parents afraid you'll get, I dunno, bitten by a poisonous spider or eaten by a molten tiger or somethin'?"
The walking palm leaned towards the side of the cart, rootlets shifting languidly over the edge, and Tal paused to reposition it. He lifted it like a lanky toddler and settled it back into the center of the cart with a gruff pat of: "Soon, okay?" before looking back to Mateo with both dark brows raised. "Kinda far from Torchline, aren'tcha?" Though he guessed that's what the kid meant by 'distracted.' "Aren't your parents afraid you'll get, I dunno, bitten by a poisonous spider or eaten by a molten tiger or somethin'?"
