The silent child was a bit eerie to be honest.
It was the dead of winter and he was just lounging by the stables, wrapped in just one heavy winter cloak.
The child was pale as a ghost too. The only color that ever adorned him was derived from the flower crown atop his head. Usually a purple or blue flower of some sort. The metal jewelry probably wasn’t the warmest to the touch either.
Yet for some reason he stayed here for hours at a time, before going back in. Sometimes bringing a book, sometimes not. Sometimes playing in the snow sometimes just sitting there looking up at the sky.
Sometimes he cried. Full on sobbing when he thought no one else was around.
The french boy was odd to say the least. No one really knew him. Or knew anything about him. So curiosity may arise around the male.
Other than that, some animals seemed particularly interested in him.
And he in them.
You would be flat out lying if you said you didn’t see Rowan out there at least once per day, attracting birds or rabbits.. He had special snacks for them apparently, as well as warmth in the middle of the cold winter.
~Rowan is seen here often. Conversation is often open.~
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Often lying, but not to you.