[Poggio]

The mouse scurried to her door and through it came a most horrible creature. He was led by the mouse to were Robin stood. Having the grubby hands pull and tug on him disgusted him, even more so when he brushed past Robins rear making him jump. They talked about him as if he weren't even there comparing him to another lass. No his prince would not treat him like this, his prince was full of warm kisses and gentleness and kindness. Closing his eyes he remembered their dance. Idly his hand found the last blue rose that was not taken by the witch Baba. “I... I am... Thank you for your kindness Miss field mouse.”Shaking his head he backed away from the scene. “I can... not marry the mole.” He stumbled backwards retreating towards the exit. Pulling the heavy fabric away from his feet he dashed out into the blooming spring, he needed to travel through all seasons and not waste time marrying a mole. Jerial needed him.