MATEO
Oblivious to his father's misgivings (a sure sign of good parenting, if anything), Mateo tilts his head and nods vibrantly. "I have never taken a cutting before. I have seen the flower lady do it, and some of the workers in the Celestine. I would like that," he admits, letting his fingers brush through the blades of grass that run along the riverbank. Barefoot and covered in dirt (and now powder dye, thanks to their hard work), it hasn't taken long for Mateo to look like a child of the woods.
"You are good at compliments," he informs Remi off-handedly. "And other things, too!" Maybe he's trying his hand at it himself. Maybe. Just a bit. Due fiori..." Considering it, the boy eventually nods, as if able to visualise the colour with the addition of the extra buds. Sì, che funzionerà." Plucking up two more flowers, he adds them to the mortar and crushes them up, all the while listening to the description of the observatory.
"Starwhales?" Blue eyes grow round with awe, and he nods eagerly. "Yes, please. I would like to look for them - is it far? Could we go tonight?"
"You are good at compliments," he informs Remi off-handedly. "And other things, too!" Maybe he's trying his hand at it himself. Maybe. Just a bit. Due fiori..." Considering it, the boy eventually nods, as if able to visualise the colour with the addition of the extra buds. Sì, che funzionerà." Plucking up two more flowers, he adds them to the mortar and crushes them up, all the while listening to the description of the observatory.
"Starwhales?" Blue eyes grow round with awe, and he nods eagerly. "Yes, please. I would like to look for them - is it far? Could we go tonight?"
the earth has music for those who listen
