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Black depths darted to the voice beyond the door and Faryn sighed. Sliding off the bed, he padded across the floor and placed a hand on the doorknob. He wrenched the door open just enough to let his face peek around the side and answer the boy.

"... What is it, Jillian?" he answered a bit reluctantly, "Really, go ... rejoice over Dax. I'll be quite content without the blonde bimbo's company."

Malachai couldn't resist a slight smirk at the supposed 'escort's' blush. He simply shrugged with Xel's reassuring words, and turned his apple idly in his hand. "Oh, I see," he chuckled, a mocking hint underlying his words, "Such devotion to our commander. Well... am I to get to work or simply be made your plaything?" Merry cerulean orbs twinkled. "What of this curse, Peyton?"

He took a rather large bite from the sticky apple, juices now trailing over his fingers and down his chin. The hungry prince wished for a napkin, but it couldn't be helped. The back of his hand swiped up the sweet juice from his chin and a tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked expectantly at Peyton for an answer. He hardly felt obliged to excuse himself for eating. After all, Xel had clearly interrupted his afternoon snack for this favor.



Ruehl's stomach dropped at the term 'mutilated.' He'd known Shay was in a dangerous position. He'd known that war meant you could get hurt. But to be unrecognizable-- the prince shivered at the thought. His eyes fell from Ceris's back to the deep brown mop of hair lying on the pillow.

"Well, I'm just glad he's going to be okay," he murmured, relief easing the dark creases in his forehead. Attempting to change the subject, the fire prince stood and asked, "If I wouldn't be intruding, may we have lunch?"

A small frown formed on the minty-haired teen's lips, his brows arched slightly. Was this truly how Faryn felt? Had he not at all been worried for Dax? But, of course, Jillian would never ask those questions. They would only ever serve to further offend the chrome-haired prince....

"No, I... I think Sayael and Dax want some time to... be alone, I suppose. They do seem to be... quite close....." he said, brow furrowed slightly. Truthfully, Jillian was a little... jealous of how the pair could interact so... easily, though he couldn't quite admit that to himself. But, still... they were so... fortunate. Jillian had already decided that it was next to hopeless for Faryn to see him as anything more than... than the diplomat or his father's pet or whatever it was that came to the Death prince's mind when he saw Jillian. And so he had... just under one month to be around him.... And yet it all still felt so akward. His bit his lips softly, his dark eyes questing from side to side for a moment before they found Faryn's ones once more.

"Are you... feeling quite alright?" he asked, almost in spite of himself.

((Arrrrgggg. I really want to spill the beans on Maar, but that would just be... arg. D: ))

Maar's expression soured as the prince's words progressed. No, it was not he who knew not who he was dealing with. That was easy enough to guess, even with out sensing his magic, from the way Rosaline was acting. It was Muertian who did not know who was standing before him -- not that Maar was about to reveal himself. After all, the general public would not react so... kindly to his reapearance. Though he himself had been more... reclusive, his father had made many... splashes. And the uncovering of his son would not be taken at all kindly.

"Oh, no, I haven't lost my manners," he replied, a rather vehement smile on his lips. "I've never had any, nor do I have any intent to gain any," he said, his words falsely bright. But now, he knew, was not the time to pick a fight, he knew. He turned on his heal, shooting Muertian one last glare -- just to make sure the prince did not think him intimidated by a meer title. The prince was far too young to pose him any threat -- really, one should think more when confronting those who were obviously older, and therefor wiser, than themselves. Especially in the matter of Rosaline, as Maar had known the rose for far longer than even Muertian's father had been alive.

"Rosy, come find me later. We have to talk about family issues," he said, giving the flower a smile that shot a shiver down his spine, eyes wide, as the white-haired teen left.

Rosaline's eyes fell back upon Muertian, a look of terror on his features. "Please... forgive Maar, won't you? Please.... I know he is... not the most... amicable person, but... but he is my... my brother. I can't hold that against him," he said. He looked incredibly worried -- worried that Muertian would... would be angry with him. He wouldn't be able to stand it if that happened....

[[Uh, utter crap, but hopefully it gives a better idea as to where the seal is. x3 Blah.]]

The blond swallowed thickly before looking down several times at the inky-black marks burned across his lower abdomen before glancing back up at Malachai. "Well..." Starting out slowly, the young teen kept his eyes focused on the seal as he explained, "There's a different element used in each part of the seal and I was hoping you could break the ice part," he mumbled before shifting slightly towards the adopted prince so he could see the seal more clearly. Upon the blue-eyed teen's first inspection he couldn't make out what element was used in each part, but after a few minutes, if you looked past all the designs and jumbles of confusing symbols, each countries symbol would appear somewhere in each peak. He noticed it when Xel pointed out the fire nation's army insignia at the top of one of the triangular-looking parts of the curse. "Xel...-- Xel said you just had to follow the lines of the seal, that's not really the hard part, you just have to make sure your magic level was higher than whoever made the seal," he murmured in a lightly nervous manner as he moved to sit at the end of the bed. "Do you...think you could...help?" He asked carefully, looking up for a moment with a hint of a smile.


Ceris shook his head, "Not at all," he murmured in his ever-gentle voice before turning to the two other clerics, "Do come get me if he wakes up, would you? He shouldn't for at least another hour but if lunch runs long and he happens to wake up early then please find me. We should be around this area," he murmured before straightening up, pressing a hand to the young fire commander's forehead before turning to Ruehl with a calm smile. "Do you have anything in mind, my prince?"

Well, if Sayael or Dax had heard that, then they likely would not have to search so hard to find the Death prince's sense of humor. "Sacrifice me to a volcano...?" Jillian asked bemusedly, a rather... odd expression on his face. "No... I do not believe that it is... anything like that," he replied slowly, a pale hand raising to brush back his own overly long bangs, which had fallen forward into his eyes.

"Nothing... like that... I mean, I simply... asked them to... return to their dayly lives. And they stopped -- stopped staring, I mean.... because they did go and... start about their... normal schedules...." He explained with a small shrug.

At the mention of such 'damsels in distress', Dax took a moment to attempt a mental picture. Now, it was one thing to imagine Faryn in a dress, but to act the stereotypical lady-in-need-of-help? He believed the Prince of Death would likely launch curses not only at his distresser, but his rescuer as well before begging for help, and Dax wasn't sure about anyone else, but he would rather remain curse free for the time being.. It took a few shakes of his head to dislodge that image from his mind.

"Gaga? Why would they do that?" he asked curiously. "I mean, Jillian is rather good-looking and all, but not that good-looking." He placed it on the diplomat's minty hair.. He didn't really take into account the generally strange feeling to the air within this land, almost like something was missing. He just.. couldn't put his finger on it.

"Well.. that's all very comforting," the blonde prince stated, hearing the last bit. "Let's just hope the people within this Kingdom don't decide they don't want us around all of a sudden. Afterall.. we're not exactly from around here. I know the people that helped me out were nice enough, but.. how do we know whatever governmental system they have here will accept outsiders?"

[[lol. date. jk. XD]]

"You're not intruding in the least, my prince," Ceris murmured with a soft smile, "But if you insist, there is a small tavern that this area is known for. Thankfully they're open all day during the festival," he explained as he led the fire prince outdoors, past several temporary merchant booths and into the cafe. Although the light kingdom was not known for seafood like some of the coastal nations, they did have quite the variety of fruits and nuts that were used in many traditional dishes, at least where Ceris was from. He hadn't been in this particular festival spot in a while and couldn't remember if they served many traditional meals but nevertheless the food was always very good. Overall, the food found in the light kingdom tended to not be as hearty as in the fire nation, lighter, maybe even a bit simpler, but flavorful all the same.

Taking one last glance outdoors, lavender eyes catching the mid-day light, Ceris smiled as the two were led to a table.

[[I <3 making crap up and rping about food. x_X]]