gentlemanstoddler:
thebearandthebow-merida:
gentlemanstoddler:
thebearandthebow-merida:
Hallo…di’ Ah miss som’thin’? Mah ‘ead ac’es a wee bit….
“Are you alright?” Ian leaned over concerned.
“Cour’e!” Merida replies stubbornly, “M’sur’ i’s jus’ a ‘eadac’e…” She winces for a second, then gazes at the stranger in front of her. “D’ ah kno’ ye?”
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Ian held out a hand, “I’m Ian. You sorta fell into my garden, Miss.”
Merida blinks. “Ah.” She takes Ian’s hand as leverage to pull herself up from the ground. She shakes his hand, then dusts off her dress. “Ah’m Merida. S’rry ‘boot yer gard’n…” she scratches the back of her head sheepishly. “I’ looks nic’, tho’gh!” She adds quickly. She looks at the sky. “How…di’ Ah fall intae yer gard’n, exac’ly?”