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[Nolas.]
Jillian smiled. "Yes, I saw that... ingenius, don't you think? Not many peopl study that area of magic..." He turned along with Dax and followed him. Presently he caught sight of someone he thought he remembered being a doctor. He shot the prince a questioning look.

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[Tato.]
His attention was caught by a boy who had just kicked the man standing neither near nor far from Alti. He hid his grin with a hand. How terribly obvious. And it was made even funnier by the fact that the man was so clearly not interested. His orange eyes danced and flickered - almost flamelike, trait which had created rumours of Fire blood in the family. He hadn't noticed the other looking at him, and if he had he wouldn't have cared. He fingered a lock of hair that had not been clipped back and was content to curl it around his finger as he listened intently to the conversation to two were having, a slight smile playing across his lips.

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[Sonata]
He nodded. "That's the one. It's rather busy, but that will only disguise us better. After all, there's such thing as safety in numbers - or, at least, if they find out it'll take them too long to search all the boats to see which is ours." He looked around them for a moment, remembering that Dax had just left - he might even have gone inside. "Hmmm... I should go take care of those duplicates," he said thoughtfully.

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[Landon.]
He inclined his head slightly in a mixture of a small bow and an effort to hide his unneasiness. "What would your highness wish to know? There's not much to tell, but if you have a specific question, I may be able to answer."

He smiled. "I don't mind pain. I beleive the sooner the better as I do like to have the use of both hands." He held out his injured arm for the doctor to see, removing the hot towel he had magiced on to it to warm it as best he could.

"Oh... well, to help us slip out, I made a sort of magic duplicates of Dax and I... we should still be dancing... ah, there we are," he said as they entered the ballroom, pointing to the dance floor. He waved his arm and the duplicates made their way over to the wall and then, then no one else was watching, they seemed to... vannish. He smiled. "There we are."

He bore the pain stollidly, but he gritted his teeth slightly, nearly biting his tongue. But he endured worse and, as he had said, he didn't mind pain. But this was... different from the usual self-inflicted pain... It was more than skin deep, but he was up to it.

Faryn watched the other's magic play out before his eyes. That was a rather useful spell now wasn't it? But ... something tugged on the chrome-haired prince's mind. He'd told Jillian to back off, but he didn't mean to have the other leave him alone at the party altogether. He shouldn't care what became of the boy, but his arm...

Nonsense. Jillian had been a brat to him earlier. He was disrespectful. 'He actually hit me,' he thought, angrily remembering the sting and bruised pride it had left him with. He'd actually thought he was having fun at some point, despite the fact that his father had forced him to go. Now... now, he wanted nothing to do with Jillian. He could lose the arm; Faryn had already tried to reach out as far as he was going to in order to see about getting Jillian to a doctor, but no! The other didn't want help.

"Sayael... good luck," he said, trying to maintain that formality between the two. "For now, I'm going home. I'm sure I'll see you again." He nodded a goodbye rather than extending a hand and made his way back to the front entrance. A servant boy brought him his cloak and he approached the King who seemed to be loitering about, tired from a moment of dancing. "Father extends his regards. It was a lovely ball, sir. I hope you'll forgive my verbal trespassing earlier and not let it become a barrier between our two Kingdoms. Good Evening. I must take my leave now," he let the words flow smoothly, as though they'd been rehearsed.

Alti inwardly groaned, hoping they weren't going to talk to him. He set his mostly-full glass down carelessly on a waitor's tray as he passed and stood up fully, althouh he slouched slightly. He stuck his hands in his pockets and felt down with his left hand for the wooden clock he had so carefully carved himself and then spelled into working as a real clock. he smiled faintly.

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Sayael smiled and followed silently after the boy, waiting until he had finished with the king to speak to him. "Really, are you just going to leave Jillian? Was it just me, or did the two of you seem to be together?" he asked calmly, eyes glinting a smile, although no smile graced his lips.

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He smiled and thanked the doctor courteously. He looked back over to the prince and flexed and curled his fingers a few times. "Yes... although I do not wish to repeat that experience, it did work," he said thoughtfully. "He is a very tallented doctor."

Following his short and superficial goodbye, Faryn turned to nearly crash into the tall male behind him.

With a sharp intake of breath, Faryn glared. "I am not with him, if you must know. So I suppose it was 'just you.' Because I am not remotely attracted to someone who dares to a hand on me. He can find his own way home. Besides, if I don't see him-- and I don't-- he's probably off doing dirty, wretched things with girls rather than actually doing his job. He can go and do what he likes. I don't appreciate being ditched."