Then the boy takes out the dried bee balm from his satchel, but any significance to it is lost on the pegasus. Mateo has spent a significant part of his life reading, but he knows next to nothing about botany. The literature he prefers is either historical or fantastical in nature, and so he's never paid any attention to the dense technical tomes tucked away in the library. He is always after a good story, for good stories are at the heart of good songs. Regardless, he reaches forward with his nose to sniff at the unimpressive looking plant. The scent reminds him of sunshine at the edge of the forest's shadow, of dry summer days of childhood. He smiles to himself, pleased. There are stories in scents, too, although they are much harder to get at.
"So you're looking for these plants, hoping they'll trigger your memories?" It sounds like a grand adventure, and he thinks that the boy must be very brave to embark on such a quest at his age. "Hmm... well this all sounds like magic to me, or the work of the gods." It does occur to him that the boy could have hit his head, but that is such an incredibly boring explanation that he doesn't linger long on it. "Don't you miss your parents? They must be worried about you."
Mateo gently chews on his lip as he thinks over the full extent of Pan's situation. "I guess you could take this all as a fresh start. You can be and do whoever and whatever you want now, without the past to bog you down." He doesn't typically view the past as something that bogs him down, quite the opposite in fact, but sometimes optimism requires a divergence from logic.
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@Pan <3
