A certain queen got turned into her baby princess form

[moonlit_star]

I-I am not a cry baby! I-It's scary being without mama and the guardians!

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[moonlit_star]

Thank you little earth creature. What is your name?

The moon has is very calm and pretty! Our flowers aren't like earth's flowers though. Our flowers aren't real. But everything is white and clean and gold and silver!

[rrbando_rambo]

Me? [For a moment he was caught by surprise at her interest. His footpaw scuffed a tad at that.]

My name's Dale. [His smile was especially warm and happy she had taken a liking to him. He found himself imagining being weightless, as he had before being a stowaway on a space ship... twice! He settled on his fours and tucked his paws snugly, a posture indicative of being lulled by her words and her elegant air.]

If you could pick any flower, which would be your favorite? I mean, you sound like you really like flowers.

[moonlit_star]

My favorite flower? I like roses. Deep red roses. I've never seen a flower as pretty as an Earth rose.

[rrbando_rambo]

[Dale's thoughts inevitably floated back home, to his hometown sweetie Foxglove. In spite of her namesake she had a particular fondness for wild roses.]

You would love where I live, Princess Serenity. I live in an oak tree in the middle of a city park. The park has lots of nice flowers, nothin' quite as special as red roses anyhow.

The moon's gotta have somethin' I've never seen before at home. I wouldn't mind hearin' about your home.

[moonlit_star]

Have you ever seen a castle before?

[rrbando_rambo]

Er, yeah! I visited the Tower of London once. Old paintings and long dark hallways... treasure too.

What is your castle like? [A brief, confused boggle of an expression.]

[moonlit_star]

My castle is white and silver and gold. We have hundreds of rooms and lots of towers. It's the prettiest place, but nothing is prettier than our garden.

[rrbando_rambo]

It sounded like a place straight out of a fairy tale, Dale pondered with a wistful expression settling on his face. He couldn’t help but think of his sweetie again, he exploring and blazing a trail through numerous rooms while she lingered and found a vantage to enjoy the garden views.

“Have ya ever made a boukay in the garden or is it just fer lookin’ at?”