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I'd like that. I've never seen snow before, I'd like to experience a snowfall before it goes away.

[ because while rain was one thing, the thought of the big, fat fluffy snowflakes he'd seen only on a fuzzy computer screen seemed like some sort of wild dream. ...Not as if he didn't have a different kind of reckoning for his brain coming to him as Mikleo suggests he takes a wide berth from the well.

He has the bucket-attached-to rope in his hands and to put it gently he looks baffled when he's told to move. The bucket is pretty big--likely meant more for watering than it was for retrieving water, so five buckets of it was a considerable amount, but.

What was? The point of moving away? He puts the bucket down on the lip of the well, and with the help of rather long legs it only takes a stride or two to back up from it--only for Mikleo to start... dancing?
He works at Zulius' theatre at night, he's seen this sort of thing before, and almost has a moment to question it.

Almost.

The words stolen from his throat as the sound of rushing water fills his ears, and he has to watch in startled wonder--shocked disbelief--as the other controls a sort of magic he was fully not prepared for.

the water moves and flows through the air as it has a life of its own--controlled by the gesturing and flourish of his new friend's hands. Vash nearly afraid to blink, in case he misses a moment of it. He's sure he DOES blink, though, as that large, flat disc of water suddenly disappates; falling over the garden miraculously. Doing a job that would have taken Vash maybe an hour, maybe two to do on his own.

And he's left, staring, mouth agape at the man as if he'd just witnessed an act of god. ]