Oren pursed his lips as he strolled down the cobbled streets of his kingdom's village, sighing softly as he stretched his hand, his breath white in the air at his exhale. He was having a wondrous time today, skipping his education classes and stealing sweet-rolls from the royal chef. He was certain his parents would punish him for either (and more likely) both. For now, however, he brushed his princely duties and punishment waiting for him when he returned home. But, really, can you blame him? It was such a nice day out, much, much warmer than the others, although still very much cold. At least, it would have been nice if the weather wasn't so cold and the ground wasn't so slippery with melted snow and ice and Oren were wearing his traditional (not to mention warm) royal garbs rather than the flimsy civilian robes he donned in order to blend in with the crowd more easily. But he was not one to complain, simply content to be out of the castle as he fiddled a bit with the buttons on his robes. The things had been coming undone all day, and Oren had to fasten them continuously. Unfortunately, due to his distraction and lack of attention at the street in a crowd like this, it came as no surprise that Oren's typical grace and balance eluded him. No sooner had he finally managed to fasten the last button on his robe and he looked up, he collided almost instantaneously with someone. It was anything but dignified, and his face had been crushed against the person's body, his nose throbbing a bit painfully when he managed to pull himself away sharply in order to apologize. However, it hadn't gone quite like he had planned it to. The prince let out a startled nose as he jerked back abruptly. However, before Oren had time to be embarrassed, his heel came into contact with a patch of melting ice on the ground, skidding forward along the slippery surface and sending him flying back. "Oh--!"