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"Hm, I guess it's true that you do learn something new every day," Dax stated. "And today I have learned that Sayael is not a morning person. That will be kept noted." Untangling his legs out from under the covers, the blonde came to his feet and gave a final stretch. "Hm.. My last night in that bed. Too bad. Oh yeah, you may have noticed already, but your things are here. Do you always do magic in your sleep? It was strange."

((Oh, yes. And I drew Alti some time ago but forgot to scan it:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v473/Mie-chan/7cf56e27.jpg ))

((xD You don't need to draw Tsubaki. I know he's hard. And if you draw him, I'm only particular about the marks in his eye and his face. I don't care about his neck or the rest of him. But if you don't want to draw him, could you draw Sayael, Jillian or Liao?

And thanks, you two. >< I'm feeling better, at least. I did some work with my mom (who has nothing to do with the problem, but she's very helpful and nice) and I'm feeling happier than I felt in several days.))

He made no protest as he followed Haar's quick progress. He really didn't mind pain and the magic had helped a bit. He listened intently, the gears in his mind whirring into action without his conscious effort. It was just the way he worked... Peyton... The name sounded familiar... It must have been the boy from the carriage. He frowned. Well, there certainly was something going on... He was jerked into action as Haar pulled his wrist. He had been caught off guard and nearly cried out, but his years of silence had taught him otherwise and he stifled it before it became anything. He followed Haar, his pace quickening to match the other's until he was even with the other man, despite his ankle. Alti shrugged, his eyes frixed on the dancing flames that reflected in his eyes. He had an odd affinity for fire... Perhaps... perhaps the rumours could be true. His mother had kept him away from fire too much for him to be able to find out, but... now that he was in the Fire Kingdom, surely he could examine his "condition."

((I'm a little confused. Who said "You know how to extinguish it," etc. and to whom?))

Faryn watched Jillian fall beside him with interest. That must have been painful. Some-- perhaps even part of Faryn himself-- might think he had been purposefully cruel and spiteful in that act. But the petite prince also had a different motive. The fact that Jillian still apologized impressed him. Pushing himself up with significant discomfort, it took a moment to stabilize himself alone. Faryn lifted his head and moved to Jillian, backing the other teen a short distance to the castle hallway's wall. Softly pressing a hand to Jillian's chest, he leaned in to speak into his ear. "Now I believe you," he whispered. Then, Faryn stepped away and surveyed the other's soaked attire. "Do you have any dry things to wear to bed?" he inquired quietly.

Faryn nodded with the knowledge that he wouldn't have to awaken any more servants to grab the other teen some guest sleeping wear. "Good," he murmured, more to himself than to Jillian.

Important appointment? More important than the country's neutrality? What could that possibly be? "What appointment is that, Jillian?" he asked curiously, folding his arms as a slightly chilled breeze washed over his damp frame.

Faryn's eyes widened in surprise slightly. The lunch! Well... tea, to be exact, but he supposed there would be scones and finger sandwiches too. That was the tea... Treza was going to go to. But Jillian couldn't know anything about Faryn's playing hooky. It'd ruin everything. "Oh! Right, the tea date. Well, um... good night," he bid him awkwardly before starting to walk backwards down the hallway toward his own quarters. "I'll see you then. I won't forget."

Faryn nodded, took a final look at Jillian, and turned on his heel to continue to his quarters. He'd need to take another bath now... icky pond water.

"Tooth Fairy, indeed.. I could definitely picture you in a frilly pink dress and wand, thieving children's teeth from them in the late hours of the night, Mr. Goth Prince," he said, joining the other boy by the window. To the far left he noted some of the other guests already out and about. Aside from the dancing in the evening, the party guests were invited to participate in a variety of games, riding, etc. during the day. "I hope this 'sleep magic' doesn't happen far too often. It jolted my senses enough the first time. My nerves will simply be on the fritz if it continues."

((@Tato: fomg. OoOoOo suspense. I hope peyton's okay<3.

@Mie: ... it makes me happy inside to see more character development and suspeeeeense 4laugh 4laugh -happyhappy- ... well, poor Jillian. But still. Niiiice. ))

Faryn awoke a small boy servant to draw him a quick bath and quickly scrubbed the scent and feeling of pond from his body. It wasn't bad-- just... noticeable enough to his fine nose. After the bath he grabbed a new pair of the same type of boxers-- he had quite a few-- and soon was back in bed and fast asleep.

The next morning, Faryn woke with a lingering tiredness. That nighttime episode had taken away that crucial hour and a half of sleep he could've used. And the soreness in his back reminded him it was going to be a long, uncomfortable day. Rolling out of bed, he quickly dressed himself in his usual black attire-- his pants were a little more loose and breathable than normal, but he would be travelling a bit more than usual today. A lightweight black tunic adorned his upper half. A black duffel bag that was stuffed with various outfits and magical possessions sat at the edge of his bed. He'd given a list to his trusted servants the night before. They had known precisely what to pack. The nice thing about this particular piece of luggage was that it was enchanted to hold more than it appeared to be capable of.

Perhaps he ought to go check on Treza and make sure she'd stick to the plan...

Leaving his travelling cloak and belt on his bed and dispatching a boy to go feed his horse and begin to get him ready for a trip, Faryn exited his quarters.