Chimera Fields la promenade

Perhaps she was just passing through. Renoir had known plenty of children with naughty streaks in his time; his own family was wrought with mischievious entities. Many were tempered though, cultivated in to something more valuable, and the playfullness boasted by this stranger was something Renoir viewed as a waste of energy. Though he was usually quite a content fellow he was a reserved one as well, as he had been taught. Her answer doesn't bother him outright. This land is free for perusal by anyone, after all. What bothers him is the inturruption more than anything else.

Den come, watch wid' me, he offers to her plainly, inviting her to study the brightness in the sky if she desired it. An attempted olive branch, perhaps. Do you know da stars?