Her green eyes grew dull with boredom as she waited for the meeting to be over. She wanted to get back to her horse, Sahara. Ride her through the woods, galloping away... forever and ever. Wear pants and a shirt again. Have a bow and arrow and shoot an old elk to eat again. Cook her own meat over her own fire she's made herself again. Standing here in a corset that wouldn't let her BREATH being bored to DEATH (and suffocated) was not fun.

Sage, you still there?-)

Sage sort of zoned out after a while, and casually leaned against his father's throne while the adults talked, and admittedly, he found himself picking out meat of some kind from between his teeth. This just really wasn't interesting, and once the meeting was over, he pretty much ran out of the area to go change and get out of the overly fancy halls.

Quinn looked at her mother after the meeting was over. She was waiting for some,thing. "Fine you spoiled mistake of a brat. Leave my sight." Her mother glared, twirling away to go to her room. Quinn grinned and dashed off, untying Sahara from the wagon and. Grabbing her pack. She opened the pack, bringing out a bridle and throwing it over Sahara's head before jumping on, with the bag and cantering her into the woods. Once she got a ways she found a stream, and stopped her sweaty squirrelthere. She slid off and quickly undressed herself from that horrible dress, washing her self in the stream and laughing. After she got back out she pulled on some dirty pants and a rugged shirt, and pulled a curry brush out of her pack and brushed Sahara. She grabbed a ponytail and swept her black hair up out of her face. Her squirreldrank deeply. Quinn laid down and sighed, starting to sing a gentle tune.

She sang to Sahara, just happy to be out of the castle and away from all people. She felt wild and free, like she was supposed to be. Quinn stood, looking around. She wondered where that prince had gone, but didn't really care. She was sure since she was literally staying inside his castle that she would see more of him in the month they were NOT going to be married.

Sage pretty much went straight back down to the hollow tree again, and slid into chaos stall, sliding a halter on the tall boar and leaping into his back. He was always ready to go for a run, and so was sage, so it wouldn't be a bad idea. The squirrelsort of pranced about as they left the hollow tree, an occasional nicker getting shushed by sage. He could very well get in trouble for sneaking off, but this was rediculous.

Quinn relaxed near the water of the stream, Sahara grazing a few feet away. "This is the life... no one to tell me what to do or ridicule me... no one to slap me.." she murmured. That reminded her. Quinn reached up and touched her cheek. It stung with pain. "It's not that bad.." Quinn muttered, angry at her mother. She laid back down again, keeping an eye on Sahara.

Sage let the boar run at full speed once they were out of the forest. He wasn't very aware of where he was going, but he just wanted to go. To get away for a bit. He was fed up with castle life, he really was, and he was fed up with his father. He dimly noticed a grazing squirrelas they flashed by, but he didn't really care who it was. He kept going for a bit until he slowed the boar and hopped off.

Quinn heard hoofbeats, and sprang up, hiding in the underbrush. She recognized the prince flash past, then stop a few meters away and jump off. "Hmmm..." Quinn murmured. "My mom would kill me if I let him see me like this... and there's no knowing he wouldn't tell her..."

The prince recognized the sow that was grazing now that he stopped not that far away. He knew it was the one trailing behind the carriage... that his fiancé came in.