the difference between a garden
AND A GRAVEYARD
AND A GRAVEYARD
Enzo may not have the grace (and body) necessary for swanning in and out of places like seafoam on a wave the way his darling sister can, but he’s got long legs and a smile like sunshine and mischief that paves the way sufficiently. Strolling into the tailor’s space, enjoying the pleasant sound of wood beneath his heels instead of the Greatwood’s padded forest floor, the young man breezes past the woman just beginning to sit in his peripheral and alights at the desk within moments. Popping an elbow on the counter he levels his smile at the tailor, dimples popping cheerily.
“Hiya, I’ve got a pickup for today. It’s a dress, should be under Kaliesin,” he rattles off smoothly, heel bouncing with energy that never has a place to go. The tailor, already looking a little lost from the previous encounter he’d missed, waves their hands about in a fluster and disappears without a word. Blinking, Enzo slowly turns to the only other person in the shop and arches a brow at them, thumb pointing past his shoulder (but hidden by the angle of it, in case the shopkeeper returns to be able to see it) towards the back area they’d disappeared to. “Uhhh, was that normal?” A boyish chuckle leaves on the tail end of the question aimed at Alex.
“Hiya, I’ve got a pickup for today. It’s a dress, should be under Kaliesin,” he rattles off smoothly, heel bouncing with energy that never has a place to go. The tailor, already looking a little lost from the previous encounter he’d missed, waves their hands about in a fluster and disappears without a word. Blinking, Enzo slowly turns to the only other person in the shop and arches a brow at them, thumb pointing past his shoulder (but hidden by the angle of it, in case the shopkeeper returns to be able to see it) towards the back area they’d disappeared to. “Uhhh, was that normal?” A boyish chuckle leaves on the tail end of the question aimed at Alex.
is what you choose to put in the soil
ENZO
