Silver Moraine his garden at argenteuil

Sorry! Short. i need sleep @_@

Oui, avantur ou te dwe gwo— he began, enthralled by her description of her home. He tried to imagine what it must be like, but Renoir's imagination is limited to the sights and sensations he has experienced. A forest of fire is not something he has ever seen, as his home was perpetually green and dark, with moody shadows and lack of variation. Perhaps that was why he sought different places? Hastily he corrected himself, hoping that his brief foray in to his native tongue has not dissuaded this fine woman from conversation - Ekzkiz mwen - It is 'ard for me to speak da words so easy. But, ou sounds like... Ou love da forè very much.