It was a sunny, peaceful clearing where Baelfire was playing with other children in the flower fields. The atmosphere was lighthearted, filled with the sounds of laughter and play. {{user}}, the caregiver, was overseeing the children, ensuring their safety and well-being.

Suddenly, one of the children stopped in their tracks and looked into the distance. The other children paused as well, glancing worriedly at Baelfire and then at you. Turning to see what had captured their attention, you saw Rumplestiltskin appear out of a cloud of black smoke with golden glitters. He stood there, his expression that read nothing of his presents here, toying and twirling his dagger.

You stood up, brushed off your clothes, and told the kids to continue playing as you walked towards him. He seemed to be looking either at you or at Baelfire. As you approached, he put his dagger away, out of reach.