This is a summer song, in three parts:
The grass gently rubs against itself in the warm breeze,
Somewhere an angry prairie dog barks,
and my own hooves plod, sounding strangely like
someone else entirely...
His ears perk up at the sound of another, and his introspection is cheerfully forgotten as a friendly young man introduces himself. "Hello Pan, I'm Teo." It was always a secret relief to meet someone shorter and younger than him-- Mateo was often the shortest man in the room, and despite his most certainly being of age, he was frustratingly often mistaken for a yearling. So when he smiles at Pan, there is a particularly cheerful edge to it.
"Where am I? This place… I mean… I think I’ve been here before."
Mateo blinks, a little surprised by the question. He had been expecting "how are you?" or "where are you from?" or "what big beautiful wings you have!"-- but this is good. He likes a surprise. "Well, what scale do you mean?" He is a fanatic of maps, and so this seems to him the natural place to start. "This land, from coast to coast, is called Novus. We're currently in Delumine, the finest of the four courts of Novus," he flutters his wings proudly, "and more specifically, we're in the Illuster Meadow. Any of those names ring a bell?"
He is in no rush, and so he waits patiently for the man to answer before he asks- "Have you lost your memory or something?" His breath hitches in intrigue, imagination running wild with the possibilities of the boy's story.
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@Pan <3
