shipwrecks

MATEO

"Like... this?" Mateo is kneeling on the riverbank beside the houseboat where his fathers live now, a mortar and pestle between his knees. He's enthusiastically bashing some dried herbs and other materials to create a dye which will, apparently, paint some kitchen cupboards a very pleasant colour. For now, though, he's just enjoying the catharsis of destruction.

It hasn't taken long (read - about an hour) for the boy to look as though he's walked straight out of the woods. The clothes he wears are a bit too big, given that he'd arrived naked via dreams, and the sleeves are coated in dirt and berry juice, as is one of Teo's cheeks. "Cosa facciamo dopo?" he wonders, beaming up at his father and wiggling his bare toes against the dirt and the grass.

the earth has music for those who listen

remi When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours "Mmmhmm." The alchemist agrees, also on his hands and knees beside his son. "Just so." Using his considerable strength, Remi has been crushing various nuts with his bare fingers and leaving them in a pile for Mateo to smash mix into a powder. Licking the end of one finger, Remi deposits it into his son'd bowl, only to smear the resulting mixture onto his white shirt. The colour was like that of a camel, which made the alchemist narrow his eyes ever so slightly. "Well, I think the colour needs a bit more warmth. What about you?" A few pink flowers should warm the tone up considerably. "Dopodiché, dovremo trovare dell'olio." Remi replies, saying the worlds slowly and carefully annunciated that Mateo might be able to glean the meaning of olio.