Bean thrives in a state of perpetual childhood; a lost girl that lives on dreams and adventures, and should belong to neverland’s ilk of lost boys. She’d lead them though, fearless and foolish and brave! Fighting peg legs and hooks where there ought to be hooves, and feeding clocks to crocodiles. Heck, Bean could probably charm the slippers off a fairy’s feet with just a look!
So, oh the stories she could tell him! If she only knew he starved for them. It was downright inconceivable to her that he might’ve not had a childhood. Had she known, Bean might have been touched by the heavy hand of sadness for the first time in her life because that was just far too tragic to have no joy in the formative years. Alas, she is spared the knowledge as if fate does her some small kindness, for now.
Suddenly she is buffeted by gusts of wind that came up out of nowhere as she sits there, looking silly and pleased all at the same time. The wind boxes her ears in the same fashion that her mother might have; chiding, she’s sure, for having run right into him like the fool that she is. She smiles into the gale that guffaws and paws at her but causes no harm, unaware for the moment, of the trinket left in her unruly hair.
(Later, she’ll discover it and marvel at how marvelous it is - a feather, her first! Caught, as it was meant to be, in a natural wind knot that’ll keep it entwined with a brown lock of hair for all time. It is the second thing in a matter of days that breaks up the monotonous brown of her, and she’ll cherish it for that.)
Bean giggles some more; it’s hard not to because she’s guessed by now that he caused the wind. This is such a magical place! Each horse that she has met is just something more, something special and he’s the same. Even as she raises her eyes to meet his face, not at all frightened or horrified by the scars that she finds there. Those too, just add further to his appeal and it his answering smile that makes Bean’s face light up like the moon, full and shining in its happiness.
Such a gentleman too! As he stepped forward to ascertain if she was hurt or not, and of course, she’s not. She’s just a silly little thing that had a good laugh at herself, and he did too, because she noticed his laughter, both ears charmed forward by the heartiness of it. Bean bops his nose with her own, just a quick little good-natured boop as she inhales his scents and blows out her own towards him.
“Well Clegane, sir or not, it kind of suits you. You look majestic with this glorious wings. Was that wind of your making?” Yes, Bean just steamrolls right over the conversation. Charging ahead, because he’s fascinating until she realizes that he’s probably expecting her to introduce herself. Well, she had been taught manners but uh, the execution of them was sometimes altogether lacking.
“Oh, I’m Bean by the way. Nothing as fancy as your name but it suits me, brown as a bean and quick as a jumping bean mama always used to say.” and just like that, she jumps upright though taking care not to bump him further because some horses are just funny about that and Bean well, she is a dirty little ragamuffin, and she just smiles brightly up at him.
@[Clegane] ❤️