"And since we're touching the topic about soil,"
Javier added lazily, swirling the empty glass in his hand, "you also know Pekko are the kind of creatures that can tell which land is good for farming, right?"
The fairy tilted her head, thinking.
"Hmm… probably. And since those big birds only exist here in the Armand region… maybe that is the reason. Pekko are kind of choosy. They love clean air, fertile ground, and good water."
She floated down a little, her wings fluttering lightly.
"They can roam anywhere if they want. But when it comes to settling down… they'll only stay in the best land."
Javier smirked faintly, leaning his head back against the tree. "Exactly."
"And the reason why wild Pekko are everywhere in Armand," Javier went on, smirking lazily, "is because no one bothers to capture them. You know why?"
The fairy tilted her head. "Why?"
"Because they also… you know…" Javier chuckled under his breath, "…dump their shit on the ground. Makes the soil even better."
