Paeony had spent a great deal of the morning looking for what he now carried with him - it had taken a great deal of searching, from one side of the meadow to the other, he'd even ventured into the treeline a ways, rustling through the brush and thickets and then it had taken an even greater amount of careful deliberation. He had had to find the perfect color, the perfect stage of growth, and of course one without any unsightly blemishes. But after all of that searching he had found it. The one. The perfect...rose.
It might not have been a quest of great worldly importance, and he doubted that many others in the herd would consider it a great use of time..but those who did not were likely those who were not in love, to Paeony looking for and finding this perfect flower was one of the greatest ways he had chosen to spend his time since he had helped deliver a foal last spring. Dahlia deserved nothing less then this perfect, beautiful dew speckled rose.
Now..he just had to find her before it wilted. A task easier said then done as she was prone to flitting about from one task to another within the herd. Still he was determinded and he would see this quest through.