Wapun Meadow casanova

Perhaps, fate be willing, he would find his way to the mountainside in the end. The men could reunite, speak of the flowers that they so fancied, and the dark one could expound his love of the forest to him. Renoir fancied seeing this underground place, this magical thing which made little sense to him -- but he was so taken by the flowers here, and the women just beyond, that he felt no pull to leave just yet. He was sad, of course. Always mourning the little losses that he faced. The gentleman's departure would leave Renoir feeling hollow once again, and the flowers would only assuage some of that.

Mm, oui, but maybe I will drift to 'ou and da forest one day. It was a promise, or an attempt at one, which he offered as plainly as he could.