#handmade work

The first impression was shocking, for both sides.

The little blonde, with the gangly appearance and the bad face that they had always heard about, had grown a little. He looked like a boy of about 11 years old, with a neater haircut and better clothing, appropriate to his status as a child. The filthy savage of the emerald forests was gone, once found by accident, under the tutelage of France.

On the other hand, were there beings like them who did not have light hair or skin? It was incredible, even though what stood out most on the native's entire face were the aquamarine eyes, which seemed to intensify with the light of the emotions of that young kingdom, from the other side of the sea.

There were no words, not initially. It was an unplanned and unofficial meeting; basically, a navigation accident of the Anglo-Saxons. When they hit the coast it had been too late to avoid the collision of the ship, which would leave them on foot for several months. Fortunately, there was someone on that other side.

Someone who, in principle, didn't want to harm them.

"What's that?"

"My tutor has taught me that you have to be kind " the dark-haired young began. He was almost a head taller than him, and he looked more stocky; Not to mention that he spoke another strange language, but although his lips said one thing, his own language sounded in his head, clear as water " . This is a gesture of peace. "

"Oh. " he looked at the flowers with his thick frown " Are they for me?"

"Yes."

"How do you know I like them?"

"You have that smell. I suppose that roses are the flower that composes you in your golden threads, just as I have another one. It's natural to like them, and it's a friendly way to get closer.

The blonde had many questions, because he seemed to know things like France, when he took him out of the forest and placed him in palaces, teaching him manners and courtesies. 

"I understand."

"My name was Lusus, then Kalles, then Lusitania, and right now it's a bit confusing in my head, because I have three different custodians who are disputing me, but most humans know me as Portucale. "

"My name was Britannia but now it's... it's... er... " when the other laughed softly, the blonde dyed his white cheeks in a carmine color up to his ears and neck.

"You will already have one, don't worry."

The youngest tried to control his embarrassment and concentrated on the flowers again, he stretched out his hand and looked at them;  beautiful and fragrant, red as blood, and an intense green. They seemed newly cultivated. Had I thought about it for a long time?

"Thank you. "

"For the roses?"

"No " he showed a brief smile ". For wanting to be my friend."

And it was Portucale's turn to blush, not knowing what to say. It didn't matter.

That gesture would be worth a thousand words, forever.