If Orion wasn’t mistaken, he could’ve sworn that the word<i>compromising </i>escaped Cassiopeia’s lips.  Right up until she uttered the term, he believed there was no compromise within her.  He had to admit, however, that the manner in which she held her own against Leo was not only amusing, but entertaining as well.<br/><br/>It was only then that the Prince noticed her attire.  She was wearing a riding outfit, and not only that, but it wasn’t the form-fitting kind at all.  It was a lovely thing to wear, and the Princess looked good in it, bordering on stunning.  In his opinion, the generousness of the riding skirt could probably hide a small army.  Orion suspected her mother had a lot to do with what she was wearing.  If he had to admit it, he was merely downcast at the lack of that pair of tight riding pants she had worn previously.<br/><br/>Watching her mount up, Cassiopeia accomplished the act with ease and grace.  She’s obviously done this before, he thought, still impressed.  And she’s riding side-saddle?!  How does she not slide off? he pondered.<br/><br/>On approach to Shade, Orion whacked his beloved horse’s ample butt, which prompted a rude snort from her.  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he replied.  “This should be interesting, and no, I’m not riding side-saddle.”  Shade rebuked him with an emphatic neigh.<br/><br/>Prancing and chomping at the bit, Orion’s favorite filly was growing impatient with each passing second.  “Leo,” he said, “would you be so kind as to lead us to the coast, please?  I think our Princess here should be treated to some ocean air.”