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piti (petite) dife (dee'fay) means little fire.

He continued to sniff at the flowers, but found that their scent was limited at best. And as he gave up this pursuit, listening to the way the words tumbled out of her in an impatient manner, as if they were alive and eager to exist, whether she wished it or not. She seemed young, like himself. Maybe a little younger. And when he looked away from the flowers to actually watch her, Renoir noticed the crook in her neck. An injury? How unkind. Whatever could she have done to warrant that? He did not ask as it was not his place to ask, but he had no more flowers to enjoy and was left to witness her instead.

I am Renoir, he replied, smiling. We are in da same boat, piti-dife. Perhaps if she permitted it, they could travel together? But it seemed as if she was not interested in company - at least not wholly - and they might have been interested in different directions. He would bow to her will of course, as he had often bowed to his sister's; it was only right to have an escort either way, given that she was so small and young. Yet he did not ask this of her either, as much as he would enjoy the company. Instead, he straightened, breathed in the spring air, and mumbled, but this place, it is beautiful. I do not mind.