Stables - Early evening
While it was getting colder outside as they seemed to be approaching Winter, Faramir found that the stables remained pleasantly warm. He'd found a comfortable spot in the hay inside Baru's stable. His notes and syllabus from his classes lay forgotten beside him as he'd turned to more pleasant literature. He was reading out loud to Baru while the horse chewed loudly on a carrot.
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.
[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees--and one of them perhaps extinct forever . . . That doesn't make me a very great prince . . ."
And he lay down in the grass and cried.
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
This book was a little strange, but the drawings were endearing if you asked him.
[Open stables are open. And yes, Faramir is reading Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry to his horse. IDK.]