the earth has music for those who listen
"Yeah? Where else are white dragons found, Flora?" Mateo asks with his eyebrows raising up into his mop of curls. He knows, because he had to write a paper about it for a class in the Collegium. And he's dying to hear her answer. "And," he adds, lifting his drink to take an exaggeratedly dignified sip of it, "I am not tiny. I am a dream come true." So there.
Whether or not he is technically the older one, though, Flora definitely has more life experience in other areas (like this one), and so although his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, he can't help but give her credit where it's due. "I... really? They were?" He tilts his head, gazing into his drink. "You said they gave you a quest too, right?"
Whether or not he is technically the older one, though, Flora definitely has more life experience in other areas (like this one), and so although his mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, he can't help but give her credit where it's due. "I... really? They were?" He tilts his head, gazing into his drink. "You said they gave you a quest too, right?"
