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Also walking through the flower garden was phonyland's future Bard, a venerable Bead in the making! Or so he thought. The candy apple red colt troted about in the most distinguished manner, taking in all the sights nature had to offer. Surely there was no other better inspiration than nature! The vivid colors that bring to mind the passion of the soul! Poet Lariat, affectionally called Larry by his twin sister and adoptive fateher, walked among the autumn blooms until nearly running into a green filly.

"Oh! Do pardon me madam! I did not expect to find another enjoying nature's wonders," he gave her a soft bow. "I am Poet Lariat, the future bard of this land. Who might you be?"

Larry nodded to the green filly, a lovely shade as well; like the last leaves of the season reminding those falling into winter's slumber of the warm joys they had to look forward too in the coming spring. As she spoke he realized he must have startled her, given her broken speach.

"Ah forgive me my lady! It seems I have given you a start! I was merely enraptured by nature's bounty and the beauty that inspires my soul!" he placed a hoof on his chest, "For I am nature's voice, her voice speaks to me and I transfer her gentle tones into the written word for all to enjoy!"

Yeah he really didn't know what he was saying. He read it once in a book and it sounded fancy. If nothing else Larry desired to be the fanciest gentleman around. His father was highly sought after by the mares of the park and he wished for such affections. So he thought being fancy and using big words might help.

"Do tell me, for my curiousity is ever hungry; what brings you to this lovely spot?"

Poet was completely ignorant of the fact that poor Delta had no idea what he was saying half the time. But it made him feel fancy, and that was all that matters. Perhaps she would feel fancy too. At her offer of food Larry felt his stomach give comment on the matter, yes he was hungry and had not seen fit to pack himself a snack.

"My dear your kindness is to be admired. I would love to partake of refreshments with you!" he smiled and settled down to where she was sitting. When asked of this knitting he shook his head.

"Sadly no, a common feminine hobby is not to my taste. Though," he glanced around, "do not let those words fall upon my sister's ear. For though I am her sibling she would most likely cuff me fiercely for saying so!" Oh yes, he feared his sister's wrath, she was worse than any villian. Most women were if they were evil. Not that he thought C.C. was evil.

"However I am a creator, though it is not of fashion. I am a poet! A creater of dreams through prose and rhyme."

"Ah! You are a unicorn. Your beauty blinded me to seeing your horn!" he smiled and gave her a wink before accepting the apple and taking a bite. He was polite, finishing his bite before speaking again. "My father is a unicorn as well! I have oft wondered what it would be like to have such mystical abilities!"

At the mention of his sister he nodded gravely, "Oh yes! My sister does not like me to berate or assign things to the feminine nature. Despite it's obvious qualities to the gender. It makes her name, Cootie Canoodle, rather appropriate." He took a few more bites from his apple.

At the mention of his love he grew almost stary eyed, "Yes! My heart's passion is to become the world's next great poet and playwrite! Just like the Master Bard himself, Shakesphere!"

Larry smiled as the girl blushed, a soft smile of understanding and a bit of flirting. After all his father always made girls blush in the good way. Or at least that's what he observed. And he never seemed to really try. Must be a unicorn power or something.

The filly mentioned his sister, even calling her by her nickname. Ah! A friend of his sister's. Most likely filled with her ideas of heroism and fantasy. "Yes, she is my twin. We share similar cutie marks too!" He presented his rump which was already decorated with kissie marks, opposite colored from C.C.'s. Unlike most foals he already had his.

"Ah thank you. It is a large responsibility but one I plan on achieving. Tell meh, what do you plan with your future? What shall be your occupation?"

Larry gave her an appraising look as she spoke of dealing with numbers, she did not look the kind to have such a mind. Not that he thought her unintelligent! She merely seemed a woman of technical skill rather than mental. Her comment about his and C.C.'s passion made him smile.

"My dear Delta. One should not consider one's family a basis for one's future! Should that be so then my sibling and I would pursue a more agricultural persuit as our father is one with nature," he held up a hoof as he spoke since it always indicated something important in the shows he watched. "One's heart is what one should follow! If in your heart your desire does not follow that of numbers and equations but of a more..." he looked down at her knitting then back up "...textile and industry then you should do that!"

Was that even a word? Now Larry was unsure he was saying the right words to express himself. He knew lots of big words but didn't always know if he was using them in the correct way. But he was too nervous to admit if he might be wrong. Plus he wanted to seem more refined and intelligent, phonies used big words to do that.

Larry shook his head and pointed at her knitting as he spoke. He would not hear of such a thing. The filly obviously had talent or she wouldn't cotinue with her work. "A hobby, Ms. Delta, is something we take up because we have a passion for it. And passion is what drives our lives. It makes us who we are, so do not dismiss it."

At her question even Larry blushed a bit, though it was hard to see give his red coloring. He felt guilty all of a sudden, having spoken in ways the filly could not understand. He thought everyone understood him, or at least they always said they did. Had they been lying? Well....perhaps he needed to be a bit honest with himself about his speach.

"Well my lady I....I well learned it from books. My fathers books to be specific. He has a grand collection of romance novels, set in different past ages," he shuffled his hooves a bit. "I admit though...I....do not always know if I am using them properly. I apologize if I have confused you in any way. I just....want to speak as beautifully as the words I read."