Blackbeak Bluff La femme à la perruche

He finds himself riled by adrenaline, and his mirth - paired with the stranger's own - mix in to quite the concoction. Renoir is soon laughing at himself, settling back upon the ridge next to his new friend as if they were meant to be together. Indeed, this was no fairy tale — but the manner with which the dark one talks only adds to the hilarity, and Renoir cannot help himself. Oui! I am da knight in briye armor! Here to sweep madmwazèl off of 'er feet! Clearly it was the other way around. Taking note of this too, the golden boy let out an ill-timed snort and was rolling back upon the world's edge, and swiftly lost his balance. Once he righted himself again, he attached one final thought: Ahh, or it is ou that sweeps mwen! Perhaps he should've gone over, it would have saved them both from this fiasco of a conversation.