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Muertian was bewildered by the 'lady's' sudden state of solemnity. The prince was not used to things of a angsty-state. He preferred not to deal with such things in his own life, though they persisted in following him whereever he went, and now-- here he was being confronted with a pretty dressmaker with an issue that was obviously not of light-hearted humour.

"If you don't care much for your father, Rosaline, just say it," he shrugged casually before he wandered to the center of the garden and plopped down on a cushioned bench. It was a curiously sunny day for the Kingdom of Death. Most of the time, it was at least partly cloudy. Continuing with his carefree attitude, he leaned back in the bench and stared up at the pink-haired beauty. "Here-- I don't like my father very much at all. We don't get along remotely, unless it's entirely dictated by his terms or it includes the words 'festival gathering' or 'Fary-less' in his sentence. Okay?" He tossed his head to the side before bringing it back.

"Do you actually believe all that namby-pamby heart's desire business? You can't possibly think you don't deserve to be happy!" he exclaimed with incredulity.

He smiled slightly in spite of himself - the other was obviously trying to cheer him up and the gesture was appriciated. "Hmm... well, it's not exactly dislike," he said thoughtfully, comming over to join the other on the bench, gentlypulling hi hair over one shoulder before he has down - it was braided and reached past his waiste and it was exceeding painful if he ever forgot and sat on it. He ran several fingers through silky strands before continuing, "I's more like... I always felt useless. I was nothing more than a disapointment to him... But I suppose that shouldn't matter any more. He died... years ago."

"As a matter of fact, I don't beleive it. But not attaining a goal doesn't mean you're not happy... Haven't you ever heard the story of the old man and his cherry blossom tree? He took care of a tree with tender love for ten years, but it never once flowered. One day, it finally flowered and it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. But he died the next day. Apparently it's because his heart's desire was fulfilled and he had nothing left to live for..." he murmured, smile in place on his lips as he moved his finger around in a circle to illistrate the end. "Besides... it's a little scary.. or, at least, I think it is... To be able to acheive th one thing you desire... It could change your life for ever, or... end it. I... have a wish, but... it isn't something I can do."

He blinked slightly and smiled appologetically. "I'm sorry... I must be boring you..." He flushed slightly, eyes downcast as he couldn't meet the other's gaze, hands moving to cover his mouth in appolegetic embarrasment. "I've never really talked about this before... and here I am, troubling someone I barely know."

(-laff- Oh dear)

Dax blinked slowly, not taking that much wanted glance over toward Sayael. It was almost like before when they first met. One moment they were arguing and in the next, everything seemed fine. At least to the other boy. The blonde, however, had to pause before answering, allowing himself time to erase the sour look on his face. Was it going to be like this during the whole trip? He doubted it. Once they got over the troubles of having to disguise themselves, they should be fine. "How about.. Oswald."

"Aw. And you'd make such a good butler. Wouldn't that be fun? You could be my personal butler and tend to my every need," he said before falling back into thought. If he were to voice his every need -which, in reality, wouldn't be anything in actual necessity- then Sayael would probably be working a 24/7 job. Despite his sometimes quiet nature, he still had that spoiled brat boiling deep inside him. "Alright.. How about Lucian?"

That was one of several times Dax's eyes were drawn to the charm in the boy's now black hair. A cute decoration, he thought. Such a simple thing shouldn't be noticed by anyone looking for them. "Well, I'm glad you approve," he said, giving his horse an awkward nudge with his heel to get her moving. When she started forward, he tightened his grip on the reigns and faltered slightly in his seat. A light sigh was released when he regained his balance. "Come on, Lucy-kinz. You can be a husband and a butler at the same time."

At first, Dax made no reponse to Sayael. He still wasn't used to the new name, especially a female one. "Huh?" he muttered as his own gaze drifted into the throngs of people whne the chicken was out of his sight. "Oh! Um.. Yes, rather noisy for my taste." He was sure to take his tone up a couple octaves, making him sound much more feminine. While always keeping a straight-backed posture, he arched his back a bit more and crossed his ankles.

"Are there any supplies we need to pick up?" he asked, taking his own horse as close as he dared to Isfahel.

Treza smiled widely. "I love to talk to my mother! It's my favorite thing in the world. Daddy doesn't know though... that's why it's secret," she informed him excitedly in a hushed tone.

[[Well, that's my last post until this friday. I can't really explain-- I have to go. I'll be at a camp all week. There. I explained sweatdrop ... just take your time getting to that sea village, yes? Or work around Faryn. Whatever works. sorry bout the short notice. <3. ]]

"Oh, darling.. You know how much your work excites me," Dax said in a tone of sarcastic enthusiasm. Rug making.. He couldn't think of anything that sounded more boring than that. Then again, they were supposed to be common folk. While Jacqueline picked her way carefully around the townsfolk, the disguised blonde tried not to make eyecontact with any of the people. "Well, don't think you'll be shopping without me. I have to make sure you get things that are actually good."