Enzo
Enzo may not be as self-conscious about his non-existent relationship with Ronin as his sister, whose sensitivity is something her cherished and protects equally, but standing between the Dragon and the Guardian he finds himself feeling rather small. Instead of ruminating on that feeling because it sucks, Enzo peers over the waterfall with hands on his hips, eyes big. “Would you die if you jumped from here? Or would it just really hurt?” pops right out of his mouth before he can think to reign it in (except he doesn’t in the first place, because death is a weirdly normal topic for his family).
Spinning around, the boy smiles cheerily at Juniper. If he doesn’t look at Ronin, the man doesn’t exist. It’s exactly what the Star does to him, so surely it must work! “Can I be the bucket thrower? Hauling it up seems like it’ll be hard.” Arguably he’s the same size as Juniper so maybe he’s pushing his luck but hey. Ronin’s the demigod. Maybe they’ll just have him do all the sweaty stuff.
Spinning around, the boy smiles cheerily at Juniper. If he doesn’t look at Ronin, the man doesn’t exist. It’s exactly what the Star does to him, so surely it must work! “Can I be the bucket thrower? Hauling it up seems like it’ll be hard.” Arguably he’s the same size as Juniper so maybe he’s pushing his luck but hey. Ronin’s the demigod. Maybe they’ll just have him do all the sweaty stuff.
The beauty I have was a gift from birth
the cornerstone of all my worth
the cornerstone of all my worth
