[littl3chocobo]

he paid no mind at first to the sound of feet in the garden, it was not his place to care about those whose jobs it were to make the castle livable but when he saw a flash of green he came to attention. the swanson girl was here rooting through his flowers. angrily he stood leaving the food on the stone bench. when the lass broke off a flower however it was the last straw. taking the few short steps through the foliage he came up behind her and bending down curtly grabbed her by a thin wrist. "what are you doing in my personal garden? you have no right to be here heathen woman"