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Racardo was bored. Everything about his day was being repetative... which as far as he was concerned should never happen. The fact was that he was alone, each day he woke, saw his parents happily cocooned in their love for each other. His older sisters had long since gone exploring and even one of his brothers had wandered off, leaving just him and Fionn. Each morning they would wake and share breakfast together, then Regulus would go for a walk in the forest in the hope of finding someone to talk to. Again and again his trips had bore no fruit so he had instead gone gathering for food for lunch or supper depending on the time.

Yes, Regulus was bored. No girls to talk to made for an unhappy stallion.

On this particular day he found himself wandering in a particularly flowery area of the forest, the path wasn't as clear here which made it slightly more challanging and interesting than his usual way. He paused, taking a moment to look at the flowers... he liked to eat flowers, they were a nice change from the usual sweet grasses or fruit that he mainly gathered. His eyes spotted several flowers of interest, all the colours of the rainbow surrounded him. Cheery.

He sighed, there was silence.... wait... his ear flickered. Not complete silence, he could hear... buzzing? He turned his ears in an effort to pick up the noise better, it was faint, the sound of wings flapping with great speed. His eyes turned in the direction of the sound... nothing? No.... he moved his eyes closer to a pink flower, and sure enough he could swear he saw the form of a pink... horse?

"Who's there?" He said, wondering is his bordem was now showing itself as hallucinations.

"Oh...." Racardo said in suprise, "...A flutter." As the flutter introduced herself Racardo copied her bow, taking in all of her, she was very pink but with a white collar around her neck, it looked like lace but he was sure it was simple a pattern, a disguise of sorts designed to trick the eyes. Interesting. His eyes moved further up until they settled upon the little crown on her head... a princess?

Ayden, his father, had told him many stories of princess and princes growing up. Princess only married princes, they deserved the best and always got it... living happily ever after. Racardo was no prince, but that didn't mean he couldn't flirt a bit -right? "Well hello there pretty Titania," He winked playful to her before giving his own introductions. "I am Racardo. A pleasure." He returned out the bow, allowing his eyes to look at the other flowers... where there more fluttered here? Surely if she was a princess she would not be allowed to wander alone?

Curious, Racardo asked; "So... what is a princess as stunning as yourself doing all alone in this part of the forest?" He cocked his eyebrow to her, it did nothing to distract from his good lucks only added to them -giving him a suarve feel. He smiled, an arrogant smile perhaps but again it suited him.

Racardo was a little stunned, she hadn't reacted at all to his fliration... making him wonder if she even understood it. Maybe she believed he was just being friendly -true enough, but he usually got a reaction. Perhaps he was getting rusty with age... definatly not a good sign.

Determined as ever, "Well.... I sure hope the frost doesn't damage you... you appeare to be a delicate flower yourself." He said with a wink and a smile before turning to look at the flowers at her question. True, Racardo had ate a flower or two on occasion... but drunk from one? No, he was too large. Would she take him eating a flower as a crime? Afterall she didn't much like the idea of the frost killing them.

Wanting to continue their play, but not wanting to lie he decided on a middle ground. "Yeah... I like flower. Especially cute ones that wear little crowns." He added with a playful wink before turning his head slightly to look at the path he had intended to follow.

Facing her once more he lowered himself into a bow, cocky grin peeled upon his face as he spoke; "Can I escort you M'lady? The Ball awaits....."

King of cool.... yeah!

"I am sure you will be fine sweet," Racardo said with wink, he didn't like hearing or seeing worry in any mares expression, and the idea of possibility wilting in winter like the flowers did obviously scared her.... "You always have the option of flying though? You could follow the summer around?" Racardo never ventured far, but he didn't really need to... everything he knew and needed was here, and being a grounded stallion made it much more difficult to explore great distances. He loved his family too much to simply up and leave.

At her acceptance of his invitation Racardo grinned his lopsided grin and took a boy; "It would be my pleasure lady Titania." Ok, so there wasn't actually a ball but he was sure if he could get her to come with him to the dark grove, where the fireflies danced and place, the crickets played their songs, and the butterflies would dance and play.... that she would soon find herself enchanted. He hoped. It was obvious though.... no matter where he took her, she would be the most beautiful thing there.

"I do my best," he chimed at her compliment before turning so his side was close enough to hers that he could feel her heat, but far enough away that he wasn't actually touching her. He was a gentleman after all. He smiled again at that thought; "Shall we go then? We wouldn't want to be late!" He chuckled softly. Side by side it was very obvious that she was of a different breed, she was much smaller, her bones seemingly thin below her flesh.... lighter, was that so she could fly?

Racardo smiled and nodded at her enthusiasm, "Yes, just like the birds. Except..... you are far more beautiful and they could ever be." he commented easily with a quick wink thrown in for good measure.

He turned and lead them towards a grove, if memory served him correctly around this time it should be alive with creatures of all natures, including dragonflies and glowworms..... part of him wanted to.... enchant her.

He was surprised to discover she had never been escorted by a stallion before, perhaps she was new to bloom? Just like the season she cherished so. "Ah, then I am honoured m'lady!

Yet as she spoke of fairy tales he found himself confused. His father had taught him many stories, most of them family ones that probably made little sence to anyone else.... but Cinderella? Perhaps she simply meant her sister or something? He had never heard of such a one. Curious he asked, "Who is Cinderella?" If it was a new tale.... it would make a good change to be the one to finally tell the story.

One of the two-leggers? No wonder Racardo had never heard of it. The stories his father told were about mytical horses and monsters. Like Thumberlina the minature horse, and Jack Frost a naught horse that liked to turn everything to ice.

Ugly daughters? To Racardo all two-leggers were ugly, but he supposed that was just his opinion. He listened carefully, not wanting to interupt her story or insult her by protesting.

The story did however remind him of a story, Cinders the horse wanting to go to the Moon lit dance.... but she wasn't allowed because her overprotective mother refused. Maybe the two-leggers had heard the story and stole it for their own? He considered that for a moment and then looked over at Tatiania. Trying to be charming and playful he wiggled his brows and asked; "So.... you want to go to the ball and marry a prince?"

Racardo smirked at her with that answer, "Anyone can be a prince? Well that does warm my heart m'lady." He said with a confident lithe and a smirk that just refused to shift. Racardo loved women, loved the scent and flavour of each, loved to play and flirt, to tell stories and bring them beautiful presents that were worthy of them. Still, he had not found that one special mare that could tame him, that could still his wandering heart, entice him for more than a passing fancy.

Either way, Racardo was enjoying himself. "What would one do to be a prince worthy of a princess such as yourself?" He asked, his eyes shifting every now from their route and path to her. She really was a stunning little thing, delicate wings, a beautiful face and a pelt that looked as soft as a cloud. A small part of him envied her for her flight though he would never admit it.