the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh! Well... I'm a dream come true, so I imagine if they'd wanted more of me they could have added that," Mateo says, entirely reasonably, because how else are two demigods meant to make a baby when there's no surrogate or appropriate parts?
He pauses when they reach the river, naturally, and jumps a bit at the barked exclamation from Tal. "Iguana...?" he echoes, before digging in his pockets for the promised jerky and offering some out to Boreal with a bright smile.
"It's native now, though!" he says, digging around in his back for a notebook and a pencil. "It'll grow up big and strong and maybe it'll even have babies of its own." Shuffling up to plop down on the riverbank, he starts making rough sketches of the walking palm, even as it tries to make a slow escape from them.
He pauses when they reach the river, naturally, and jumps a bit at the barked exclamation from Tal. "Iguana...?" he echoes, before digging in his pockets for the promised jerky and offering some out to Boreal with a bright smile.
"It's native now, though!" he says, digging around in his back for a notebook and a pencil. "It'll grow up big and strong and maybe it'll even have babies of its own." Shuffling up to plop down on the riverbank, he starts making rough sketches of the walking palm, even as it tries to make a slow escape from them.
