"Hahahahahahaha you're much prettier now! Hehehehe"
'It was a happy laugh, one filled with innocence and joy. How long has it been since I heard laughter like that? Have I ever heard laughter like that? I can't remember if I have.'
He thought for a moment, but couldn't decide if he had.
'I forgot my eyes were closed.'
For the first time in many decades he opened his eyes, to see a small girl picking flowers and putting them in a pile nearby. She was a smaller girl probably around ten or eleven years old and a couple inches shorter than five feet, very tan with freckles down her arms and across her nose and cheeks, and sun bleached brown hair cut short above her shoulders. He watched her for a while as she apparently found enough flowers for her pile since she sat down smiling next to them. He watched her string them together for some time as she made loops and strings of the yellow and white flowers, matching her sun dress that was white with some decorative yellow threading on the edge seams. Her dress was a bit dirty from picking flowers and her bare feet stained green from the grass. He watched her as the pile quickly depleted. She stood up slowly and turned around with her arms full of flower strings, obviously careful not to break any. She walked over to where he was leaning against a small cliff, his legs were buried, as well as one arm, his right arm was the only limb that was not buried over the centuries. It could still move to some degree. She looked up when she arrived by his side, and yipped like a surprised puppy as she dropped her flowers and ran off.
He was saddened a bit that she ran away. He couldn't blame her, his eyes glowed a crimson red to inspire fear in his enemies during war. It was usually effective, his body was carved in symbols of death and runes of protection that gave him neigh invulnerability to magic and cannon fire, he could still be damaged, especially when the liquid magic running through his core is depleted, as it was when he fell. He can collect magic from the area in order to function but the amount needed for repair and creation of liquid magic is many orders of magnitude more than he can collect. He was designed for war, so he didn't have any collection runes. He was made a millennia ago and fought in wars against all manner of countries and monsters, and he was strong, one of the strongest beings in the world. Although now he was sure to be a relic.
The flower strings the small girl made gently moved in the breeze, not a single one had broken when she dropped them. He looked at the flowers for a little while and decided to close his eyes again and wait for another century or two. That's when the little girl peeked around a large tree at him, when their eyes met she zipped back behind the tree, only to peek again after a few seconds. This time she looked at him for a while, barely visible from behind the tree.
As they stared at each other she eventually dipped back behind the tree, and shortly after he saw some of the longer grass parting as she crawled her way to a boulder that had fallen from the same cliff face he was next to. She was clever to try to hide while getting closer, he liked that she was brave to approach again. Most kids would run away if they thought a monster was near. As they should, but she watched him to see if he was dangerous before deciding what to do, as any warrior should. She peeked out from behind the boulder to see if he did anything. He just watched her to see what she would do, since there wasn't any good cover that was closer. She looked between him and the flower strings she made.
"Are you a monster?" She yelled at him.
It surprised him that she would ask. It was also helpful that she spoke Klixion, one of the few he knew.
'Would I be considered a monster? Yes, I have killed too many and was too powerful not to be considered one.'
"Yes" He replied.
His voice was rocky, as if a mountain spoke, and was deeper than anything natural. The small girl shrunk behind the boulder, surprised that he replied. A moment later she stuck her head out again.
"Are you sure?" She called back to him.
'Am I sure? hahaha I'm certain' He thought.
"I am" He replied.
"Mom said monsters will chase me. Why didn't you chase me?" She said back.
"Not all monsters are mindless. My legs are broken so even if I wanted to I could not chase you" He said to her.
"You won't chase me?" She asked.
"No, I won't" He replied as honestly as his voice would allow.
"Really?"
"Really." He said back.
She looked at him for a little while determining if she believed him or not. She stepped out from behind the rock and then bounded over to the pile of flower strings she dropped earlier and scooped them up.
"I thought you were a statue. I was gonna put flowers on you." She pouted.
"I don't mind..."
"Really!" She interrupted him, and instantly started putting flowers on him in various ways.
"What's your name?" He asked her as she stopped to decide on what to do with one of her strings.
"Daffodil!" She gleamed.
"What's your name?" She asked with wide eyes.
"Siege" He replied.