My ever-tense prince looked around twice, before pushing into a medow.
Dipper, being the nosey person he is, fallowed, crouching, in the underbush.
The meadow was cozy and pleasent, the soft hum of busy bumblebees, a polite chirping from crickets, and the loud whine of a grasshopper was the only thing besides the soft patter of the Gnome Prince's and Dipper's feet padding across the strong wavy meadow wildflowers and long, golden grass, that contained the scilence.
The Prince came to a stop in the middle of the field, which presented a cozy looking sleeping bag, a worn backpack filled with god knows what.
What caught Dippers eye was the desperation in the Prince's, as Dipper would describe it, otherwise beautiful face.
The Prince looked defeated, incased in worry and the too-familiar queasy about-to-break-down look.
Dipper wanted to give him a hug, tell him it was fine, he was going to be okay.
But he didn't.
Not yet.
A/N
Sorry its so short! Longer chapters coming soon!
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