the earth has music for those who listen
"Oh no." Mateo's whisper back is not so much conspiratory as it is devastated, the boys hands coming up to press over his mouth, like his father has just told him something truly awful. He will likely tell the florist as much in the days to come, and will probably get away with it too, being a child. For now, though, he watches Remi feed the snakes back into the trees with twinkling blue eyes and round, dimples cheeks. "And friends," he confirms, bobbing his head in a nod.
Then it's back to the waterways, and the boy winds a hand up to clasp his father's fingers, the gesture automatic for when they go walking down by the water. "Mmm...?" He sucks in his bottom lip, before releasing it with a gentle pop!
"Oceano," he replies, beaming up at Remi. His pronunciation is still getting there, but the music in the word, the lilt and intonation is all an identical mimicry from the alchemist.
Then it's back to the waterways, and the boy winds a hand up to clasp his father's fingers, the gesture automatic for when they go walking down by the water. "Mmm...?" He sucks in his bottom lip, before releasing it with a gentle pop!
"Oceano," he replies, beaming up at Remi. His pronunciation is still getting there, but the music in the word, the lilt and intonation is all an identical mimicry from the alchemist.
