the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo can't help but smile hard enough to produce dimples as he watches Tal tend to the sapling like it's an impatient child, instantly warming to him (and he wasn't exactly cool to begin with - take that how you will, sorry Tal). Anyone who is friendly to foliage is worth knowing, in the youngest Taliesin's opinion.
"Am I?" he asks, looking over his shoulder as if Torchline might be peeping through the trees like it was the last time he'd checked. "Oh. Oh, I suppose I am. If I get into trouble though, I can just channel I suppose. I did that before." He turns back to Tal. "My parents are in the Greatwood and Stormbreak anyways. They aren't close by to worry," he adds with an exaggerated wink.
"So do you often get things from Frey to go and plant?" he asks. "That's really cool."
"Am I?" he asks, looking over his shoulder as if Torchline might be peeping through the trees like it was the last time he'd checked. "Oh. Oh, I suppose I am. If I get into trouble though, I can just channel I suppose. I did that before." He turns back to Tal. "My parents are in the Greatwood and Stormbreak anyways. They aren't close by to worry," he adds with an exaggerated wink.
"So do you often get things from Frey to go and plant?" he asks. "That's really cool."
