the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh, well - yes," Mateo agrees, grinning over his shoulder at Tal. "But my dads couldn't have kids themselves, so they made me in a dream. And then Ludo made the dream come true!" Is he helping? He feels like he's helping. After a few more quick sketches of the walking palm (he has to be quick otherwise it'll get away!) and a bright smile to Boreal in her jerky-munching endeavours, Mateo puts his notebook away again.
"I think you'd make a good iguana," he tells the dragon as he shifts to get back to his feet, brushing the dirt from his pants and completely missing the suspicion from the courier. "Hey, maybe you can come back next year and visit it? I bet it'll be much bigger, then. It might remember you!"
"I think you'd make a good iguana," he tells the dragon as he shifts to get back to his feet, brushing the dirt from his pants and completely missing the suspicion from the courier. "Hey, maybe you can come back next year and visit it? I bet it'll be much bigger, then. It might remember you!"
