The Sentinels bal du moulin de la galette

lol he is so cute

it had been some time since lasher had flustered another so -- he saw it in the hesitation of renoir's voice, in the stilted tones of his words. and the druid knew he himself was the cause. the boy laughed but it was not a sound of pleasure; rather of confusion. perhaps he had gone too far, for renoir moved off, muttering about the sights to see, of which there were none.

"perhaps you would like to see where the garden was?" the glen-man offered. "deirdre is there, i am certain of it." and there was the gilded man's salvation, embodied in the slight form of a child, whose presence would not allow him to be alone with taltos any longer.

lasher stood aside and waited; if renoir wished to be alone, he would grant it, but he would not abandon the man if company was still wished.