Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

it ok!! feel better (or feel butter whichever works for u lovely) — also i just realized his cajun french is written phonetically by the translator LOL

He watched them interact and the similarities between these strangers and his home was heart wrenching. Surely this was a sign to him; of all his wanderings, Renoir had yet to meet such splendid people. The girl spoke and he only smiled at the two of them, and once the father gave the go-ahead the girl was off. Ren watched her move, her features shifting as she ran towards the beach to resemble Monet, and he had to withhold a gasp. The swarthy father had his attention on him now, and it would be wrong of him to stare much longer.

Se mwen menm ki Renoir, nan Bordens yo. Yo yo se pwobableman pa li te ye isit la. His voice was light but cheerful, and while he spoke the golden man studied his opposite. There was a wildness to this man that the cultured prince found vastly more appealing than he should have; the fact he bashfully turned his eyes away from the supposed Alpha may have been evidence of that. He sought the figure of Deirdre then, and watched her frolic across the sand — supplementing the calm moment with simple banter: Jiska kounye a mwen pa te wè lanmè a. Li se manyifik. He had meant until his banishment, but did not elucidate upon that point.