Herbalists' Cache If I went and hurt my body,

It was funny, in a way. From the looks of it, Mateo could tell that the boy was younger than him -- most likely in his teen years. So hearing the rasp of a voice deeper than his own caused his ginger audits to perk in suprise. Even if it was only two words spoken to him.

'Oh' and 'hello'

Mateo did not miss the wandering of eyes to observe him -- to eye his coat and its patterns, he was not aware -- the sandstone sire thought it was the array of mint leaves that were arranged messily in his pelt. His cheeks grew warm in self consciousness, and he'd scoot aside with the assumption that the shadow clad was trying to pass by.

"My apologies, were you trying to pass? I didn't mean to block the way..."