[Poggio]

He had just grown used to the gentle sway and was nearly lulled to sleep when the other decided to venture forth to the waters once more. He came close behind and did as the boy did. His feet easily tickled against the splashing waves. Instead of leaning towards the water he playfully jostled Zosa. "One fish, two fish..." He said feeling oddly childish and wondering if the still some what anxious face could be soothed by the simple rhyme.