“For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
One day let the children gather the blooms,
Tell them to give every home a peacerose.
The filly's dark form sprung and if she could have manifested them, she might have sprouted wings and flew away if she could. As the youth gathered herself and sprung about to face her intruder…which was Rodrigo…there was hardly a hesitation in her chiding him. "You scared me!” cried the little one perhaps a little too impulsively. The ash and bay colored titan was not one to start easily due to his extensive training, but surprise appeared and fled, leaving a sort of reverent amusement behind the words he spoke. "I do beg your pardon small lady, I did not mean to frighten you." There was sincerity in that voice and he really did feel bad about giving the girl a scare, his ears fell a bit sheepishly. It was odd or perhaps adorable an onlooker might call it to see a stallion of his stature lowering his crane mildly and apologizing like a lowly nobody to a filly. One might assume he answered to her. In truth, for a child, Rodrigo did not mind in the least bit nor did he care much for the opinions of onlookers.
He does keep his head lowered, hovering over where her head might reach at full extension. The warrior in him noted her scent, and other details of her appearance. He scanned his memory if he had seen a mother with this child earlier or a mare that perhaps resembled the little miss, but he could not place one. The youth smiled and introduced herself, Zaida was her name. The hellion returned her smile with one of his own (it was not so difficult nowadays to smile every now and then). "Very pleased to meet you Zaida." he replied courteously, bowing in a show of respect for the small lass. He made to ask again if she needed assistance but was cut short when her small voice sang again. The look of surprise lingered a bit. He had a soft spot for children, and could converse more easily with them these days, but that still did not allow him to anticipate everything a child might say.
”You’re tall. Like really tall.”
"I dare say I am," replied the brute warmly, almost bashfully. Something to admire about children was their innocent curiosity and the ability of some to be rather blunt (especially when their mothers were not around).
”Do you bump your head on branches and stuff all the time?”
At this there was a very brief pause before he chuckled almost loosely now at this question. It was amusing what a young mind might hone in on, he thought to himself. "When get to grow this tall, Miss Zaida, you must learn to always watch where you are going. I was once about your height, and in the beginning when I grew I did gather a good number of bumps and scraps on the face on account of my clumsiness." He would not share such a truth of himself to readily if he were speaking with another stallion or a mare (especially a mare).
"My mother told me that an islander must always be vigilant, Miss Zaida. Which brings me to the question of where your mother might be?"
RODRIGO
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