the earth has music for those who listen
"Sky...?" That's a bit more difficult, Mateo bending down to clumsily push his own pant legs up (one falls back down instantly and he neither notices nor cares). "Chello," he tries, remembering it was something like that and blinking up at his father for confirmation. Accepting the sieve, he doesn't wade out too deep into the water, sticking to splashing around up to his ankles.
"I don't know how to do it, Da," he says to Remi, as if his father might have forgotten that much, but the alchemist is right in that it won't stop Mateo even for a moment. Standing with his sieve in both hands, he blinks between the tool and the sand and silt beneath them, before suddenly turning the sieve upside down and throwing it at the water. "You can't run from me, rocks!" he shouts, crouching down to peek under the sieve to check if he's caught anything.
"I got one!" he announces, digging around under it to pull out a stone, showing it off proudly to Remi.
"I don't know how to do it, Da," he says to Remi, as if his father might have forgotten that much, but the alchemist is right in that it won't stop Mateo even for a moment. Standing with his sieve in both hands, he blinks between the tool and the sand and silt beneath them, before suddenly turning the sieve upside down and throwing it at the water. "You can't run from me, rocks!" he shouts, crouching down to peek under the sieve to check if he's caught anything.
"I got one!" he announces, digging around under it to pull out a stone, showing it off proudly to Remi.
