Mateo
Busy on his knees to plant the last of his peppermint bark and snow moss, Mateo smiles warmly between Noe and Lena. "A lot of these species are very hardy," he assures the former. "Even if they die back during Deepfrost, they should return in Flowerbirth. But I will visit often to check on them. Sometimes a little protection from the frost is all they need." Especially for the more delicate flowers.
"Lena is right, though. They find a way. After this Deepfrost, we will likely not need to interfere again." Straightening up and brushing the dirt from his knees, he checks his bag one last time before flashing a dimpled grin to them. "I am officially out of plants," he trills; a rarity, to be sure.
"Lena is right, though. They find a way. After this Deepfrost, we will likely not need to interfere again." Straightening up and brushing the dirt from his knees, he checks his bag one last time before flashing a dimpled grin to them. "I am officially out of plants," he trills; a rarity, to be sure.
i've told you time and time again
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
i'm not as think as you drunk i am
