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Dax frowned with the rejection of a demonstration. So one time falling off a horse made him a 'clutzy wife'? How unfair. Before he realized what was happening, he was being held by Sayael. Too close. Way too close. "I'm not a clutz!" he said, shoving an open-palmed hand into the dark-haired boy's chest to push him away. He fixed a scowl, though not overly convincing, onto his features. "And you know what? I don't take back my earlier comment about you being a pervert. You're just wanting to touch my lucious breasts now." He placed both hands onto his chest and gave them a push up as if to further insinuate his meaning.

"I... doubt Faryn will be coming," Jillian said, a flicker of sadness - or, maybe, regret? - flickering through nearly black eyes, although he masked it with his charming smile. He sat where indicated and smiled over at the girl. "Hmm, well, if he's not going to show up, we might as well have fun. I haven't really gotten to know you, so we'll have to fix that, won't we?"

Muertian grinned. "Don't open..." he warned, slowly guiding Rosaline through the archway. It was seconds before the two of them were flooded with sunlight again. "All right! Open!" he declared.

Once Rosaline had opened his eyes, Muertian continued, "This is the Butterfly Garden."

The garden wasn't but a fourth of the size of a main courtyard, but it didn't need it. It was a sunken garden; beneath the level of the castle rooms. What it didn't have in ground area, it made up for in height. The sun came from high above, yet the castle walls and hallways closing in the enchanting, little place kept in precisely what gave this garden it's charming name. Butterflies of all varieties flew from flower to flower, not the least bit shy of visitors due to their far superior number.

Muertian didn't take his eyes off Rosaline. He wanted to see the other's reaction. "Do you... like it?"

Rosaline's eyes were open wide and he gasped, mouth curving up in a broad smile. He'd never seen so many butterflies before. It was... beautiful. He turned to look at the other, an excesively happy smile on his place. "It's.... yes... I... It's beatiful..." He turned back to look over the garden - so full of light... and beauty - and continued.

"Thank you for showing me..." A butterfly, no doubt attracted by the smell of roses, landed just above Rosaline's forhead. He looked up at it, becoming slightly cross-eyed in the process, his smile brightening with every passing second. He raised a finger to the delicate creature and it obliged without protesting, climbing gracefully onto his finger. "Rice paper..." he murmured, a little surprised that he had remembered. "It's rice paper, isn't it?"
((He means the butterfly. Rice paper = my favorite butterfly.
http://images.google.com/images?q=rice+paper+butterfly&hl=en&btnG=Search+Images ))

Muertian was thoroughly pleased that the other enjoyed the garden so much. But... he honestly didn't know anything about butterflies. They were pretty... and like flowers... right? He knew there were lots of different kinds, but so far as the differences were concerned, he wasn't familiar with that. A hand went up to tousle the prince's blonde locks further. "Um.." he began, a little unsure, "It probably is. Do you know a lot about butterflies? Plu's always here because of them. He likes the caterpillars a lot... Do you know Plu?"

"Plu...?" he murmured, looking confused. "No, I'm afraid I don't..." He shook his head softly, in answer to both questions. "And... I don't know very much about butterflies. I... my father was always very fond of anything that flew," he said softly, eyes saddening. He had, over the years, begun to call that man 'father' whenever he was asked about him. "He knew all the birds and butterflies and... everything. He actually talked to them more than he did to me," he murmured with a bit of a shrug, eyes looking a little sad. He supposed he had been too much of a... disapointment for his master to be able to face him fully. "But... they're beautiful, aren't they?" Beautiful... that was what... people called him. Was that was he was? Just something pretty to be looked at? The rose, indeed... "But Father was never able to fly himself... I suppose it is best never acheive your heart's desire, because then you have something to reach for... always some reason to be." He said those words, but he didn't beleive them. It was obvious in his eyes and his expression. He had... something he desired. But how could he possibly reach it?
((Sorrrrry. >< Rosy angstangst. I luff him sooooo much.... ;3; ))

(Aw, poor Daxy-poo. Well, I think he can manage.)

"I am not!" Dax retorted, his previous scowl becoming more real than before. He took a step toward Sayael and while his back was turned, the blonde sent both hands to give him a slightly harder push than the first. "You're being awfully mean to your wife. I bet everyone in town will think you mistreat me. In fact, that's just how I feel right now. Completely mistreated." And again his 'only child' attitude kicked in. He turned sharply and once again took ahold of his horse's saddle, except this time taking care to ease himself up. He took the general side-saddle position and grabbed the reigns. "Can we just go already?"