Enzo
Enzo makes a face at the mere notion of swimming. "Bleugh, no, it's too cold to swim already." Early autumn may be, but the great shadows cast by the towering trees are no joke. Though he does warm up a little (inside, of course) at Ronin speaking directly to him. That's certainly a change, though he hasn't seen the man since the Dragon's unfortunate day out with his sister. Flora does seem to enact change wherever she goes.
"Aye aye!" he cheers, green eyes practically glowing in his grinning face as not one, but two buckets are handed over from each adult. The first one is snatched and launched with a huff of exertion, and he leans over juuuust a little to watch it splash satisfyingly down at the bottom. Only then does he gleefully chuck the other one off the edge. When that one has also hit the surface audibly, Enzo plucks up the rope and eagerly shoves it into Ronin's hands. "Okay, go go go! I want to do it again." Wait. Would just the two buckets be enough? He sure hopes not, throwing things off cliffs is way more fun than skipping river stones.
"Aye aye!" he cheers, green eyes practically glowing in his grinning face as not one, but two buckets are handed over from each adult. The first one is snatched and launched with a huff of exertion, and he leans over juuuust a little to watch it splash satisfyingly down at the bottom. Only then does he gleefully chuck the other one off the edge. When that one has also hit the surface audibly, Enzo plucks up the rope and eagerly shoves it into Ronin's hands. "Okay, go go go! I want to do it again." Wait. Would just the two buckets be enough? He sure hopes not, throwing things off cliffs is way more fun than skipping river stones.
The beauty I have was a gift from birth
the cornerstone of all my worth
the cornerstone of all my worth
