Enzo
“Aye aye!” Enzo crows as his soil-stained fingers sink into Remi’s thick mane to get a good grip, ready for the initial unsteadying lurch of liftoff. It might come as a surprise that flying on a manticore can be boring, but since his dad won’t do loop-de-loops (often) and the journey is relatively long, it’s easier to lay his torso down and curl his arms around the giant’s neck to doze slightly as they fly. Remi had already nixed the idea of doing anything fun with his hands while they fly that might otherwise absorb his attention.
Luckily the boy is too sprightly to be saddle sore so to speak, sliding off his dad’s shoulder to hit the ground with a bounce. Already staring around with a ravenous curiosity at the foliage around them. “Nah, all good!” he distractedly responds before turning and grinning up at Remi, foxlike slant to his eyes. “So what are we doin’?”
Luckily the boy is too sprightly to be saddle sore so to speak, sliding off his dad’s shoulder to hit the ground with a bounce. Already staring around with a ravenous curiosity at the foliage around them. “Nah, all good!” he distractedly responds before turning and grinning up at Remi, foxlike slant to his eyes. “So what are we doin’?”
you are young and life is long
and there is time to be killed today
and there is time to be killed today
