Dragoncrest Cliffs He's a little wiser, a little older

veree pretty! i be trè bèl. the little red tail thumps in the sand with contentment, beady baby blues widening; somewhere inside of him, he felt an unspoken understanding that reached out for etienne.
it is only confirmed by his next statement, which jadou pauses momentarily to think about. why dun he jus say sorree? dat sound like he not veree kind.
the intricacies of such a predicament are wholly lost on him, but now his brain circles back around to the earlier comment about how etienne liked men — did that mean he was like his grandmothers? did you marry 'im? like me granmè?