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Pluto had awoken bright and early as well and decided he wanted to go for a morning stroll in the courtyard. Perhaps he could bump into another royal child there, but more than likely not. He always had the shyest tendency in the family and he was the one who typically liked taking walks with few to no companions. The young boy was dressed in a pair of white shorts and a little blue hoodie. His day caretaker held his hand as he walked down the hallway.

He recognized a taller, older boy running down the hallway straight toward him. But he was rather unkempt and seemed skittish. No... that couldn't be. Jillian?

Tugging on his nanny's hand he pointed at the teenager.

"Sir Jillian! Is that you?" she called.

Pluto shrugged and shook his head. "G-go ask Treza. She'd know. She's down the stairs and you have turn right at the painting of Grandpa..." he informed him in an elevated voice.

Faryn, meanwhile, was already on the ground floor. He turned at the painting of King Veleran-- 'grandpa'-- and knocked on the door of Treza's quarters. A woman answered and admitted him.

Treza was having her hair braided by a female servant as she sat looking at a picture book. She didn't bother looking up and instead nodded at a chair opposite of where she sat. Once Faryn had taken it, she looked up with an annoyed expression.

"What?" he asked, meeting the expression with a frown.

"I hate not being able to read like you," she muttered. Flipping over the book and holding it up so Faryn could view it's contents, it was apparent this was a book displaying farm animals of the fire kingdom. "I already know a phoenix goes 'squak, squak' and a salamander goes--" She demonstrated a hissing sound in complete disgust and sarcasm before throwing the book on the floor and folding her arms in a pout. "What do you want? Got another love letter?"

Faryn narrowed his eyes and tried very hard not to shout. "It is NOT a love letter, Treza!"
Rolling her eyes, Treza remarked, "Of course not. A love poem."
Faryn was just about to let her have it when the knock startled them both. A servant opened the door and admitted the pale boy at the door. "Um... Prince Faryn... it's Jillian," she informed the pair at the table before going back to direct the waiting teen to the youth royals.
"Ooooo your boyfriend has come for you, Far," she teased.
"Treza, I swear I'll get you for that..." he half-threatened, hearing footsteps come closer.

Faryn looked absolutely startled as he faced his deathly pale peer and immediately left his seat. He saw a trail of blood on that neck. "What the hell is Enoth doing in my castle?!" he asked. Meanwhile, Treza quietly tugged on Jillian's hand and led him to the chair that Faryn had just jumped out of. Faryn quickly dispatched two servants to see to it that the man was incarcerated properly. "Does your father show up everywhere uninvited?" he asked rhetorically, turning back to Jillian. Treza, now kneeling at the teen's side, pulled away the hand and revealed the wound.

Faryn took immediate notice of it. He observed the changes in Jillian in dismay. Not that he cared personally for the boy... no, such a preposterous thought! But a diplomat... a favorite of his father... he had an obligation to see to it that Jillian wasn't seriously in danger. "What in the gods did he do to you, Jillian?" A timid, fair hand reached out and tilted the minty-haired boy's chin up so that Faryn could better view the cut.

Treza frowned. "I think it was poisonous, Faryn. And judging by his symptoms, I'd say it's spreading too fast for the white mages to brew up an antidote."

Faryn shook his head. "I don't care. Go find the head one right now. Teleport if you must," he ordered her. For once, the girl didn't hesitate. She quickly faded from view. Faryn gazed concernedly at Jillian. "Are you all right?" he asked. It was almost an echo of the other's question the night before.

The relief that nod offered was short-lived. Faryn soon became more concerned as Jillian shook his head. He paced nervously for several seconds before coming to a halt. Brow furrowed in worry, the silver-haired prince walked to the chair. Every word seemed so hard. Faryn hoped Treza would hurry up already. He leaned over Jillian, a hand bracing his frame on the chair's armrest. Faryn's head dropped and hung at an angle so that his hair covered his features. "May I kill him?" he asked quietly, but the sincerity if that question was cut off and left to the imagination as Treza returned with the head white mage. Faryn quickly moved out of the way and watched as the mage-- Xalidred, as he was called-- bent over Jillian and administered an odd, reddish salve to the wound and forced upon the teen a rather nasty-looking concoction of antidotes.
"My cure-all. Drink up, kid. You need every drop," he stated, practically forcing Jillian to keep his mouth open and shoving the goopy liquid down his throat.

Though he knew it was quite unviewable from his own room, Dax tried to look for the garden at his standing point. "Why? What'll be wrong with the garden?" he asked, turning to give Sayael a questioning look. "Don't tell me it'll be covered with sludge or anything instead of my own room." Though so far the other boy's magic seemed to be effective, it made him nervous to a point. Exploding forms of himself, sludge transportation. Though the possibilities hadn't happened yet, he didn't know what to expect next.