the earth has music for those who listen
"Okay, Aunt Phoebe!" Mateo calls dutifully back to the Nightingale, even as he tiptoes along a fallen tree trunk surrounded by bubbling tar. "What do you need to collect this for again?" he asks as he jumps down, plodding over with muddy shoes to crouch and watch her get the mud into the jar. "I wonder if it's any good at growing things..."
Speaking of growing things, Mateo soon notices a little cloud of mushrooms growing on the underside of the tree trunk, noticeable only when he got close to the ground. "Ooh, look!" Clambering closer, the Taliesin boy is undoubtedly enthralled, though he knows better (mostly) than to reach out and touch random plants without gloves. "Do you know if they might be edible?"
Speaking of growing things, Mateo soon notices a little cloud of mushrooms growing on the underside of the tree trunk, noticeable only when he got close to the ground. "Ooh, look!" Clambering closer, the Taliesin boy is undoubtedly enthralled, though he knows better (mostly) than to reach out and touch random plants without gloves. "Do you know if they might be edible?"
