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[.abu]

Petals, lots of them. I doubt I’d be able to count them all, so I don’t think I’ll bother. The nectar and pollen appear to be like most flower’s, yellow and budding off of a stem. I’ve decided that this one shall be called ‘Cotton Blush’ ‘Cotton’ for it’s shape and texture, and ‘blush’ for the pink tinge. I’ve never seen this specimen before, and I doubt I would’ve had the opportunity should I have chosen not to go beyond my father’s land. Though I feel horribly guilty, I don’t think I’m going to stop my explorations anytime soon.

The young Prince placed the Akebono leaf in-between the page he’d last written on and the one he’d written on but a few days before. He gave a light, satisfied sigh as let he emerald eyes scan the area. It was only different from his father’s land in that the forest was much denser, and that the land had remained untouched by human. Here rare and exotic plants flourished, animals roamed freely, and ( most importantly ) he wouldn’t be bothered. He knew his father wouldn’t think to look beyond his land for his son should he need to find him. Or if he did, it wouldn’t be until after the Prince had successfully snuck back onto his land and into his room where he could sit and look at him with a mixture of curiosity and innocence. How he could still play the innocent card, he wasn’t sure. It might have been because the Prince rarely disobeyed his parents – yes, that had to be it for the Prince was one of the worst liars out there.

“Conrad,” the Prince called, catching the attention of a grazing horse. If the setting was outdoors, these two could almost always be seen together. There bond was amazing, and nothing like any of the people in his village had seen before. “Ah, I see the grass here is green,” he Prince laughed lightly as his horse continued to graze, yet his ears remained perked. Upon hearing his name, the horse would usually stop everything he was doing and focus solely on the Prince, but this grass was green… sweeter… something if it was enough to stop Conrad from giving his master all his attention. “We must go for now, I want to explore the eastern plains,” he approached the horse and ran a hand through his blond mane, “But we’ll definitely return tomorrow,” the Prince would swear the horse understood him because with a snort, and the light shake of his head, the horse stopped in his grazing and looked at his master expectantly. The Prince grinned, and after tucking the journal he’d been scribbling away in in his bag, he quickly made his way onto his horses back, and took off. He was in no rush, but both he and his steed enjoyed the wind whipping about their faces, and slight danger that came along with going at such a fast pace.

And whip the wind did, his wavy hair looked like fire as the fierce, red locks danced around his head. He paid them little attention as they weren’t long enough to cause an enormous amount of discomfort. His light figure made it easy for them to gain even more speed as he whipped the reins, indicating that he wanted to go faster. Conrad did as he was told and picked his speed up further, earning a small smile from his owner. Though, the burst of speed was short lived as they had to cross in front of his father’s gates. Rushing by would do him no good, so he slowed and moved forward but a few paces at a time. He made it across unnoticed easily enough, but scoffed after the realization that he’d just snuck passed unnoticed sunk in. “I’m going to have to tell father that his guards aren’t doing their job,” he said to no one in particular. Conrad gave a neigh in response, followed by the shake of his head.

They didn’t run after getting passed the gate, they instead went a trotting pace, the Prince studying the grass and noting how flat everything was.

So caught up in trying to gather every detail there was to the large field, it took him a minute to realize that that noise he’d been hearing in the back of his head wasn’t just his imagination. Emerald eyes were covered for a second as he blinked a few times, eyebrows drawn together, and his grip on Conrad’s reins tightening. But when those eyes landed on what looked like endless fields of cotton, the Prince felt rather silly and let out a light sigh. “Look at you, Conrad, getting all worked up over nothing,” he laughed as his horse ignored him and moved forward a bit more before dismounting and walking over to the fence, Conrad close behind. “Wow… I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many sheep in one area,” he said to himself again, “And they’re friendly too,” he ran a hand over the wooly fur of one of the braver sheep, wondering how they could stand it in the warm whether. Unfortunately, he had little time to ponder the idea as he heard Conrad to his left and give a distressed cry, followed by rearing up, ready to smash one of the poor sheep.

“Woah!” the Prince raised his arms and quickly grabbed hold of the rein, “What’s the matter with you?” he inquired, and looked at the offending sheep.

“No!” He reached for the journal said sheep currently had in its mouth, but the creature danced away just as his fingers were about to brush its fur. He let out an irritated sigh, not knowing what to do. If he went after the sheep, someone might see him and take it as him trying to steal the thing or something, or worse, they would recognize him as the Prince and drag him back to his fathers territory… but he couldn’t leave that book. He had over two-hundred entries in there, over two-hundred memories.

Giving a huff, the Prince crawled through the fence, and chased after the thief, but it seemed to think this was a game because just as he was about to grab his book, it would somehow managed to dance out of the way. The Prince could be stubborn when he wanted to be, and right now, he wanted to be. He pounced on the sheep, surprising it and causing it to cry, surprised that it had been caught. The Prince grinned, stuck his tongue out childishly, and turned to leave but… what was that? There was a low sound, almost like when he was hungry and his… his eyes widened and he slowly turned around. “Darn…” he muttered as his eyes locked onto the dog currently growling at him. “Hi doggy,” he said, not knowing what else to say, “Uh… I was just about to leave,” he gave a nervous laugh, and turned back around, but almost immediately after doing so he heard the growling go up a notch in volume. The Prince was rather smart, so he turned back around, but his eyes were no longer on the dog, he was too busy scanning the area for help. He almost missed the figure lying under the shade of one of the few trees dotting the area, but he saw him, and his hope rose. “Hey!”

Stupid mistake.

After yelling out to the only person the Prince could see, the dog took this as him yelling for back up ( much like his owners did ) and he pounced, successfully pinning the Prince to the ground. Conrad was on the verge of having a heart attack. He wasn’t sure how to get over the fence to save his master, but he didn’t want to watch as the wolf-like beast devoured him either, so he opted for pacing along the fence.

Maybe the Prince should’ve stayed within his father’s territory.

[ ending fails but whatever. Dx]

[Kristina]

OOC; It's wonderful. :] I have to go to classes right now, but when I get home, I'll do mine.