the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo willingly lets the snake go, since he's busy looking up (and up and up) at Sunjata by now. And besides, as fun as the candy-striped and peppermint smelling serpent is, the boy really hoped he'd find some seeds here. Alas, the snow makes it all but impossible. "Before Stormbreak?" he echoes, trying to rack his brain. "So when I lived here the first time?" he guesses (naturally, he remembers very little at all about being a newborn).
"Aw, I think he likes you," he says of Sunjata's new snake friend, grinning and glancing around the Mathair and the rest of the Greatwood sprawling beyond. "How come you're in the woods? Is it for a visit?" he wonders, plodding around the clearing and watching his own footprints form in the snow. "I was going to go to my dads' boat, if you want to come."
"Aw, I think he likes you," he says of Sunjata's new snake friend, grinning and glancing around the Mathair and the rest of the Greatwood sprawling beyond. "How come you're in the woods? Is it for a visit?" he wonders, plodding around the clearing and watching his own footprints form in the snow. "I was going to go to my dads' boat, if you want to come."
