the earth has music for those who listen
Mateo is glad as well, and even with the cold around them, he feels warm from the inside out as he reaches up to gather some snow from his chosen parent. He decides to collect it from the shoulder - because Ever can always use someone to lean on, right? - and gathers it into his little vial. Putting a cap on it, he turns to hold it out to the other boy, a broad smile on his face. "And here you go," he announces, happily swapping and tucking his own snow-vial into the pocket of his coat.
"Thanks, snow-parents," he trills to the sculptures as well, offering them a respectful nod. "Do you want to go and watch some of the skyships a bit closer? I can see some starting to come into the dock," he says, pointing out into the bleak, snow filled skies, and a hazy shape emerging in the distance.
"Thanks, snow-parents," he trills to the sculptures as well, offering them a respectful nod. "Do you want to go and watch some of the skyships a bit closer? I can see some starting to come into the dock," he says, pointing out into the bleak, snow filled skies, and a hazy shape emerging in the distance.
