Luneshale Pass Immerse the baby's head

Soto comes to him like a charging bull, checking over him the same way he always seems to. But there are no burns today, only Delos with a wagging tail and wiggling body to match. He is still shy of the segundo, but a friend of his mother's is a friend of his.

Something on the water catches his eye, the boy whipping his head to see it proper. Mirar! His word comes out an excitable cry, lavender eyes fixed on a bug gliding across the surface of the river. He has never seen such a thing before; how does it manage to stand upon the liquid while Delos simply sinks?