Enzo
Enzo is not nearly as interested in animals as he is sentient plants, and he has to keep his hands glued to his sides to prevent himself from wandering and touching all the new, exciting things around them. The Greatwood is little more than an expansive playground with his dad’s constant looming presence, but even the Wilds are the same when his dad is present. A dangerous habit to form, but Enzo wouldn’t know it.
For a brief moment the boy’s dark brows furrowed in consternation, only to brighten with a mischievous glance over his shoulder. “Except you wouldn’t because you just said you can only die one way,” he refutes with a gloating air, curly head bouncing triumphantly. “There’s new-growth there,” he points out in perfect parrot mimicry of the lessons Vai teaches and the words she uses, arm brandished like a child’s pointed sword dictating their next destination. “If you die though, can I have your terrarium? Just ‘till you’re back.” Doe-eyed innocence is not nearly so convincing on the foxlike boys face compared to Flora, but he gives a good go of imitating his twin.
For a brief moment the boy’s dark brows furrowed in consternation, only to brighten with a mischievous glance over his shoulder. “Except you wouldn’t because you just said you can only die one way,” he refutes with a gloating air, curly head bouncing triumphantly. “There’s new-growth there,” he points out in perfect parrot mimicry of the lessons Vai teaches and the words she uses, arm brandished like a child’s pointed sword dictating their next destination. “If you die though, can I have your terrarium? Just ‘till you’re back.” Doe-eyed innocence is not nearly so convincing on the foxlike boys face compared to Flora, but he gives a good go of imitating his twin.
you are young and life is long
and there is time to be killed today
and there is time to be killed today
