Imagine a scene/scenario

You're walking on a trail through a forest. You feel a slight breeze against your skin. The leaves on the trees rustle ever so lightly. The sun shimmers through the tree leaves and you can feel the warmth on your face. Your footsteps make a crinkling noise as they touch the leaves on the ground. You feel a wonderful calmness. You suddenly come across something. It runs in front of you and crosses your path. It looks like it was a shadow, you can't quite make out an image. You're somewhat bewildered, a little startled, a little curious. It takes off into the forest. Do you follow it or continue on your path?

 

You stand on the lush terrain, your horse and the prince's grazing near by, the smell of apples an heather permeating your nostrils, a soft breeze driving away your sweat and fatigue. You have tried to kill as little as possible, but sometimes you had no choice, but to do so if the invaders were to be driven away. You wipe your sword on the heather before sheathing it, and the prince follows suit. You are overtaken by a bout of giddiness, which prompts you to run the length of the apple grove. The prince is chasing you, then somehow you are chasing him. It all becomes confused until you both lay intertwined on the heather, a rolling, kicking, slapping ball of laughter. For now, the invasion does not matter. What is to come does not matter. All that matters is you and the prince and the apples.