the earth has music for those who listen
"Now that isn't what we decided!" Mateo barks out as the treeflit tries to make off with both the bark and the mushrooms. He's doing a little pirouetting dance with his basket and his Bag of Holding, doing his best to stay away from the greedy little creature. And though his temper might have a very long fuse, hormones dictate it more than personality, and finally he aims a sharp swat at the treeflit.
"I said no!" he demands, scowling and spotting the sentient vines because he flails into them more than because he's looking for them. "Oh," he adds, his basket clutched close, even as the vines slip down to coil around him like so many hanging snakes. "They'll work too, I guess."
Mateo gets mad, swats at the treeflit and collects some sentient vines!
"I said no!" he demands, scowling and spotting the sentient vines because he flails into them more than because he's looking for them. "Oh," he adds, his basket clutched close, even as the vines slip down to coil around him like so many hanging snakes. "They'll work too, I guess."
Mateo gets mad, swats at the treeflit and collects some sentient vines!
