Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

skipping you my lovely @Deirdre - i hope its ok to assume she's just playing on the beach for a bit!! just to try and get this thread concluded.

How desperate he was to return to a time with Monet at his side, bundled warmly between himself and the edge of a whelping den. Her breath rhythmic while she slept, and he awake, listening acutely to it. Or to their first rain, which had pulled her from the safety of the forest and in to the plain, where he had chased her - laughing - until they were both soaked through but happy, so happy. Renoir would have done anything to see her smiling face again, to hear that laughter in his ears. The closest thing he had discovered following his expulsion from his father's kingdom was the voice of little Deirdre, and he wished desperately never to leave her side — so when the dark man offered this exact thing, it took all of Renoir's concentration not to erupt with effervescence. He did not want to startle either of these fine creatures, least of all the girl.

Ou ta fè sa? Ofri tankou yon bagay nan yon moun lòt nasyon tankou tèt mwen ? Ou se kalite - se konsa kalite - Mwen pa gen okenn mo, he rambled and his phrasing muddied, flowing far too quickly and with almost as much enthusiasm as to match the child. It was time to make a decision. It was an easy one, Ren thought, to give up this endless wandering and have himself a family again. A fine family indeed! But his face grew taut with apprehension, and he shrank back from their company by a step, feeling exposed despite having avoided spilling his soul to the dark man. Èske ou sèten? He voiced his doubt, worry wrought clear upon his face.