Tivo Sol
Tivo idly quirked a brow in response to Themba's answer. It certainly wasn't an answer he was expecting, that's for sure. Really, her reply only piqued his curiosity further. One of the first things the boy noticed was just how short she was. There were't many women that he knew who stood at the stunted height at which Themba did, and he would admit to himself that
he certainly wasn't tall either.
Quite abruptly, Tivo allowed for the equipment he carried on his shoulder to simply fall off of his shoulders and land on the ground with a 'thump' before taking a seat right in the middle of the path, as if preparing to settle in for quite a while. The boy, after assuming a criss-cross sitting position on the ground with his hands upon his knees, looked up at Themba. As he eyed the woman, he took in the various details adorning her body -- jewelry, face paint, sandals, the relatively revealing top. Her apparel greatly interested Tivo, but that was probably because she seemed to contain a carefree soul akin to his own. Also, what he especially noticed was her hair, which was incredibly similar to his own. This sort of hairstyle wasn't one he had seen often in Heron.
After shifting about some to adjust himself into a slightly more comfortable position, he rattled off his first question.
"That's pretty interesting, I gotta admit. Can you play it well?" A moment afterwards, another question came to his mind.
"Oh, can you sing, too? Written any songs yet? Can I take a look at some you've written down? I mean, if you've written some down."@Pacha