Javier crashed into a nearby flower bush, his face landing first in the soft dirt with a muffled thud. He groaned, the sound carrying more frustration than pain as he pushed himself up, spitting out a few stray leaves.
"Ugh! That damn pekko!"
He lifted his body, brushing dirt from his clothes, before he noticed a pair of elegant shoes standing directly in front of him. His gaze traveled upward, slowly, until he met the eyes of his mother.
Fransesca stood there in her usual noble gown, radiant as always, her youthful features serene and composed, both hands clasped neatly in front of her. Her eyes, calm and knowing, gazed down at him with a gentle, amused smile.
"Honey Bun~?"
"A... ah..." Javier sat up quickly, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Esteemed Mother... ehehe..."
