the earth has music for those who listen
"But not this one?" Teo asks, half a hanging snake still wiggling out of the neck of his shirt. He doesn't sound particularly bothered about it, but that is entirely do to with the fact that his father is watching over him. There are so many things that the boy doesn't know about the world - things he would like to know, one day - but one is certain. If Mateo is with Remi, then Mateo is safe.
Doesn't mean the snake might not be testing about his bed, though, and he looks properly suspicious (an expression that furrows his brows in a way that is absolutely reminiscent of Ronin). "I made my pillows," he informs his father, gazing down only to see the snake peep its head back out of his shirt again. "I don't think so. Torchline is more sand than trees. And this is a trees hands-in-snake, isn't it Da?"
Doesn't mean the snake might not be testing about his bed, though, and he looks properly suspicious (an expression that furrows his brows in a way that is absolutely reminiscent of Ronin). "I made my pillows," he informs his father, gazing down only to see the snake peep its head back out of his shirt again. "I don't think so. Torchline is more sand than trees. And this is a trees hands-in-snake, isn't it Da?"
