Emberwood prayer of the refugee

There was very little else in this world that captivated him like meeting others - meeting strangers, more or less. They were these gigantic mysteries that unless you approached them head-on, they disappeared like they'd never existed and he couldn't have that. Roscoe was a boy of simple taste and he wanted to taste everything. So upon his gravitational pull towards the white, snowy woman he began to slow down to a trot to which he gave a jolly grin. Eventually stopping a few feet away where he could see the easily written expression on her face that clearly was no fan of his.

Hello, he greeted calmly despite his excitement while his tail wagged quietly behind him. You looked so peaceful here and I wanted to know why this place is so quiet.. so tranquil. There was something in the air here that seemed to put people at ease and if not for the aura that surrounded a jovial boy such as himself, he might not have even noticed. Just like how he feigned ignorance of her rather annoyed expression because she deserved to know him and give him a shot. That was what mother always said - don't judge a character by it's coat, Ros! Even the barest trees produce beautiful leaves. That alone was enough reminder that he had to look deep under the hood, within its cover, to see the pages within.