despite her naivety she knows right away that the tall handsome stallion is trouble, and so used to trouble is she that she figures she might as well make the best of it. the swarthy accent and timbre of his voice matched with the playful twinkle in his eye is an equation that can only equal certain peril. her cup of tea exactly.

she is even daintier beside him, something she is quite used to, and they strike quite an unlikely pair strolling through the murky green overgrown paths of the lagoon. for once walking suits her and she doesn’t feel the uncomfortable prickle beneath her skin to move faster, push harder.

she rolls her eyes and laughs at his retort, although there is a certain wiseness to it… she always sets out looking for good things, good company, good places, and always ends up in trouble.. and here she was just looking to make it home, or to the falls, her temporary residence anyway, and she has found a friendly face instead.

a mud kingdom…. sounds like her own personal circle of hell. where was the room to run, the fresh brisk air to fill her pumping lungs?? no... the mud, the humidity, the thick foliage swarming the ground, were all much too prohibitive for her… her blunts precedes her mind as usual as she blurts out her response.

i think i would lose my mind if i were stuck here. no offense to your royal highness. it’s too muggy. and it kind of stinks….

a foul sense of direction apparently… but you? how did you end up in such a ....distinguished kingdom?