"Well, yes, but--" Bastien sighed. He really didn't know how to argue with children. It was difficult, when he hardly knew how to speak to them in the first place. It was probably not appropriate to bring in philsophical points nor raise his voice, so he simply tried to go further into the cave.
”I’m Beatrix and I don’t go on walks with men I don’t know.”
Was that what he was? Oh Gods, he supposed it was. "A very wise policy, and one I support, but not when the other option is a dark cave that quite likely holds monsters and beasts wi--" Before he could finish his sentence she was off. Singing a song that called him an 'old coot', a name that almost made him want to turn around and leave her, but he couldn't.
"Safrin isn't down here!" He insisted as he followed her, trying to speed up so he could get in front of her, something that should be easy given his much longer legs.
”I’m Beatrix and I don’t go on walks with men I don’t know.”
Was that what he was? Oh Gods, he supposed it was. "A very wise policy, and one I support, but not when the other option is a dark cave that quite likely holds monsters and beasts wi--" Before he could finish his sentence she was off. Singing a song that called him an 'old coot', a name that almost made him want to turn around and leave her, but he couldn't.
"Safrin isn't down here!" He insisted as he followed her, trying to speed up so he could get in front of her, something that should be easy given his much longer legs.
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
