Zena looked at the stallion with confusion. "Um. Excuse me? I-I'm the princess. Did you mean to yell at me?" Zena said with a calm voice. "Well, I'm sorry for bumping into you. I didn't mean to. My name is Zena by the way. I guess... I'll see you around?" She asked with a slight smiled. Zena turned to leave. The streets were busy and crowded with villagers eager to get to wherever they were going. Zena stopped in front of the huge crowd. Was it really worth the time? The crowd? Zena decided to go away. She galloped off to the east side of the castle grounds. Zena looked at the field. It was covered with flowers and apple trees. She sniffed in the sweet air. Just as Zena was enjoying the moment, the silence broke. Her mother galloped out of the castle yelling. "Zena! Zena darling, come back! Where are you!" Zena reacted quickly and ran to the nearest tree line. She hid in the dark shadows. Would she go back? No. She wouldn't.

Fenriz

Outlaw / 9 years / Location: Village / M: Zena

Only when she speaks he found himself glaring, his annoyance turning darker into hatred, not for the princess as an individual but the monarchy as a whole. Fenriz managed to hold his tongue, shoving past the mare and heading further away whilst muttering under his breath. "No good damned nobles.. May they rot..". His figure didn't necessarily disappear into the crowd, but with the swarm of bodies darting about he was quick to leave her sightline.

The sourness lingered for his mood had been ruined. A perpetual frown upon his muzzle, and his thoughts muddled, Fenriz took many different turns throughout the village. Some even led into shady alleyways before entering a new street where less horses were about. He would then find himself among merchant stalls-- had he accidentally wandered into the merchant district without noticing? Regardless of his surroundings, Fenriz felt giddy at the very thought of what he may find.

The shadows blended with Zena's black coat. She watched the guards rush out and there he was... Cincinnati. Zena couldn't help but smiled when she saw him. Staying in one spot wouldn't help. She walked behind all the houses and shops. The crowds of people were no where to be seen. They had most likely ran at the sight of the queen. Zena sighed and ran further. She passed the village and stopped. There he was... again. That one stallion from the village was walking out of the bustling village. Where is he going? Should I follow him? Or, just say something? Zena thought. She cocked her head and then shook her mane side to side. "Okay. Here we go." She told herself. Zena walked over to the stallion again. "Um, hi... Again. You never told me your name. Are you from around here?" Zena hadn't seen him around before. Could he be... A villain? The bad ones from all those scary movies? Zena wasn't sure. She walked next to him, not making eye contact. Every time she would look at him, his eyes seemed to pierce her.

Cincinnati walks for a while before looking around and yawning then picks up a trot towards town he was very good at what he did that he was mostly hoping nothing happens to anyone Cincinnati see Zena and wonders why she was out here and talking to a guy who ever he was Cincinnati slows to a walk and walks towards them but stays far away that way they don't know he is watching

Fenriz

Outlaw / 9 years / Location: Village / M: Zena

Fenriz took notice of the wary shop owners eyeing him, their blatant suspicion driving him away from visiting their shop. They knew of him and his "profession", yet at the sight of the princess joining his side they immediately turned away as if to mind their own business. However, Fenriz found himself staring down at the noble once more. His brow furrowed as the anger flares within his chest, yet cools enough that he may respond. "How about you first, princess".

While they carry on their conversation, Fenriz leads them towards a covered stall that offered some protection from the sun. A sweet aroma combined with the smell of frying oil filled the air as they both approached. Fenriz stopped in front of the merchant and produced a few coins from a bag at the base of his neck, buying himself a fried treat that he scoffed down. His blue eyes wandered over the mare, not ogling yet skimming their surroundings. If she truly were a princess... then where were her guards? Fenriz' casual demeanor was accompanied by a bemused grimace. He had to do his best to conceal his identity, after all the last thing he wanted was to end up in the dungeon.

"Thank you." Zena said happily. She sniffed the sweet air. It smelled amazing. She grinned happily and looked over at the stallion. "This is a nice, place. So, what is your name?" Zena asked him with a slight tilt of her head. She glanced around the new surrounding. Her eyes darting back and forth. There was a light breeze that ran through her mane. Zena looked around once more, examining the beautiful scene. "It's gorgeous out here! Don't you think?" Zena asked the stallion. Her emerald green eyes gleamed in the faint sunlight. "I can't be out here for long. My mother sent guards out to search for me. She's trying to find the perfect prince that would be my husband. It gets overwhelming, so I ran out." Zena shook her head and sighed.

Fenriz

Outlaw / 9 years / Location: Village / M: Zena

Fenriz eyes her once again as she dodges his initial question. He finishes his snack before moving on towards the next merchant who had a display of jewels. His head turns toward the princess, quiet as he mulls over his thoughts, he didn't believe she could be a noble; perhaps she was crazy, after all she kept pursuing him. "Fenriz, that's my name" he huffs, his tone casual and light, "You have yet to tell me your name" he reminded her pointedly.

The stallion continues to listen to her ramble as he scoured the jewels laid out before him. Most seemed cheap or even fake which caused his interest to wander over to the gold jewelry. A peculiar set of gold beads caught his eye... 'Well, once a thief always a thief' the stallion mused inwardly. While Zena had been occupied with talking, Fenriz secretly stole the beads and hid them within the depths of his mane. The subtle movement could very easily be written off as if he had an itch on his shoulder, for the merchant seemed none the wiser.

Fenriz wouldn't linger around that stall much longer, and where he went Zena seemed to follow. "Gorgeous? Huh, I suppose so... Though I prefer the beach," he hummed thoughtfully before shaking his head. The stallion's neck arched as he removed his attention from Zena, yet his voice was directed at her. "If you wish to leave then go ahead, I'm not going to babysit you" he teased. "Besides, you should get out more, you're young once after all" he couldn't help but chuckle, mainly at himself and this conversation he was having with a mere stranger. It was odd in a way-- even if they didn't know each other and their initial meeting was rough, Fenriz found himself grinning.

"Oh. I'll leave then. I didn't mean for you to babysit..." Zena turned to leave. She trotted off passed the shops, and took the way opposite of her mother. Zena turned once more. "Also, the names Zena!" She grinned and headed back into the castle. "Fenriz? Huh." Zena said to herself. "Maybe I should get out more. He seems to have no interest in being friends. If that's how he's going to be... That's on him." Zena shook her head and creeped down the halls, quietly sliding into the castle library. She found a book and laid down on the carpeted floor. The curtains on the window fluttered in the light breeze. Zena yawned and she slowly drifted off.

Fenriz

Outlaw / 9 years / Location: Village tavern / M: Zena

Fenriz brow raises as the mare leaves his side. She seemed rather peculiar, and he was relieved that she decided to leave him alone. It wasn't that he didn't wish to make friends, but if she couldn't understand his humor then he wouldn't change himself to please her. Fenriz looked around his surroundings once more before turning down a dark alleyway.

The stallion would continue on before crossing into the slums where he would find himself at the door of a tavern. A regular of the establishment, Fenriz navigated in with relatively ease. The stallion settled in the far back away from others, and enjoyed his drink whilst admiring his newly acquired item.