My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
"Custom orders...?" Mateo tilts his head, as if unsure what that means. In a few short years the Taliesin boy will have much more of a business head on his shoulders, but for now he merely does things he enjoys. All that is to say he absolutely doesn't mind making something for the doctor's waiting room, though.
"What would you want it to be?" he asks with a dimpled smile, tilting his head at the Greatwood centrepiece, and Oria drinking her wine somewhere within it. "I make them out of the plants that I grow, so I don't know if I can make anything like Hak Etme or other sandy places..." Could a person grow sand? He's not sure, glancing across at Ever as if to ask that very question when the shutting of the bathroom door draws his attention.
"What would you want it to be?" he asks with a dimpled smile, tilting his head at the Greatwood centrepiece, and Oria drinking her wine somewhere within it. "I make them out of the plants that I grow, so I don't know if I can make anything like Hak Etme or other sandy places..." Could a person grow sand? He's not sure, glancing across at Ever as if to ask that very question when the shutting of the bathroom door draws his attention.
mateo!
