The Sentinels an invocation

She did not know Renoir's age, but, his enthusiasm seemed to be like that of a child. It was near infectious, though Rowan was not one to get so giddy outwardly. Instead she gave him a bright smile in her own rights, grey eyes twinkling a bit. It was good to see the contrast between the male and the lands there were gawking at (perhaps that she was gawking at) and take his appearance as a promise of more to come. Je vais peut-être là pour le voir Rowan wouldn't make any promises - maybe her mother's warnings would be correct, but still, there was a chance.