It was a rather nice day, with the sun shining, only a few clouds here and there that didn't threaten rain, and a nice breeze. It was one of those days that had the bright pink Laegil, Sakura Kiss, out and about, gathering up fruits, berries, and flowers for a delicious batch of jam that he meant to make today. He had a plan, it was the oldest plan know to mearah kind, it was the plan that went 'the way to a stallion's heart was through his stomach'. Which, of course, meant that if he were gonna win over the one he was crushing on he had best make him something delicious! He had been fiddling with the recipe for some time now and he really thought that he had it down. He would make some jam, fresh back some bread and cookies, and make a nice basket of food to deliver to the one that he so liked. He could only hope that the other stallion would stick around long enough to hear him out...

Giving a bit of a sigh the Laegil shifted his basket from one arm to the other, straightened out his hair that had fallen into his face when he was bending down to pick some berries, and continued along, plotting away. Best case scenario he would be given a chance to woo the one he so cared for. Worst case scenario he got a horse kick to the face and would be left along with a broken heart and a basket full of treats that he would likely eat while sitting their being depressed. Sakura was really, really hoping for the best case scenario since he didn't want to put on any excess weight, he'd never catch his cute stallion if he got pudgy... in fact it would make it even more difficult since he wouldn't be able to keep up with the one he liked anymore.

Come on Sakura, don't psyche yourself out, you can do this! Cheering himself on he walked over toward a tall tree, set his basket down on the ground, and set about making running jumps to try to catch hold of the peaches that were hanging heavy and ripe in the branches over head. Peaches were so sweet and wonderful, just adding them to the basket on their own would be an extra special treat in and of themselves! Though the first one he was able to get he had prompted stuffed in his mouth, rather hungry from all the running around and harvesting of various ingredients. Telling himself that he was just sampling to make sure that everything was up to his high standards for what was allowed in the basket he continued along on his task. Once he had a half a dozen peaches he was once more moving on, whistling as he went, determination showing in his stance even though what he was doing at the moment might seem simple enough. It was just because those passing by likely had no idea about the running commentary going on in his head.