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"Thank you." She said and slipped into the seat, perching lightly in case she had to get up in a hurry. "Ok, I'm very sorry to bother you, but I did not want to take away from what time you have left with your father. She took out a small writing pad from her sleeve and a chip if graphite to take notes with. "I need to know what you want to wear for it, and what you want..." She paused unsure of how to put what she needed to say. "...Please don't be upset, but.. …What you want the king to be buried in..." She looked down at her notes not meeting her eyes, she hated this but it was part of her job, it was common knowledge that he would die soon, and he would need to be burred in something... preferably something nice. He was a king after all. "Also what you want your brothers to wear. That would be good to know." She forced a small smile and looked up at him nervous that she would be sent away, or something.

Henna's face brightened and she smiled as she took his hand in her own soft yet calloused one. She stood and followed him out onto the dance floor, I little in a daze. This was the last thing she had expected him to say, she was ready for him to tell her to leave or even forbid her from talking about it, but being asked to dance? This man would make a wonderful king.

"Thank you. Your highness." She said smoothly. Her surprise showing in her voice. It was strange for him to be socializing with her when she was so far below him, He should be dancing with princesses and duchesses, not overworked seamstresses.

Alexander was bored now, he didn't have anyone to talk to and Lady Henna was off doing her job somewhere; she seemed to be the workaholic type. This left Alexander watching people as they spoke to one another or grabbed food. This seemed like a perfect time to exercise his powers and at the same time enjoy the wondrous cuisine at the food table.

Alexander walked towards the food table, which was like walking through a jungle due to all the people blocking his path and not seeing him due to his short stature. When Alexander arrived, he was greeted by a table; his arch-nemesis. Luckily there was a chair at the side of the table, so he could see what was available to dine on. As Alexander stood on the chair, he took a quick look on what was before him to dine on. There were sweet rolls like before, punch, glasses stacked up in a way much like a pyramid, and then there were the wine bottles. Alexander knew he had never tasted alcohol before, but he wanted to celebrate a new job with a new taste. Alexander's Levitation worked best of blunt objects; anything with too many edges or an odd shape he would have trouble lifting, but Alexander was sure with enough practice he would get around that fault.

Tou Levitation worked like solid strings attaching them to an object or in some cases like an extending hand reaching forth to grasp an object, both were quite accurate. Every Tou had the ability to Levitate, but how they used that Levitation would determine how their powers would evolve in age. Since Alexander needed precise Levitation for his music, his style was based on the String description. From each finger Alexander could levitate one object if it wasn't too heavy, like a sewing needle to a maybe a wine bottle. Tou who used weapons like swords or maces had the Hand styled Levitation, so they could lift heavier objects, but were not very precise.

Reaching forth with his Levitation magic, Alexander pointed his right hand towards the battle, calling forth his Levitation abilities to grab the bottle of wine. The index finger was attached to the neck of the bottle while the rest of his fingers attached to the side, and the thumb being the strongest point of Levitation attached to the butt of the wine bottle. Slowly, he raised the wine bottle a few inches from the table and made it levitate towards him. When the bottle was in grabbing distance, Alexander reached out with his left hand and then released his Levitation, catching the heavy bottle with no ease; he almost dropped it on the floor. Now came the hard part for Alexander: How was he going to open this thing? Alexander would ask Henna, but she was busy; dancing with one of the Princes to his surprise. This wine bottle was officially his now, so open or not he was keeping it like a five-year old kid to candy. Till Alexander could open it, he sat back from his seat and just watched people dance; mostly focusing on Henna and the Prince. Alexander decided then he didn't want to play his violin for two reasons: He was sick of the thing and it turned out he left it back at his old seat.

"Hm yes, I do not believe she would be pleased with anything I would choose," the prince laughed as he spun the girl in place. "As for the Coronation, Green for Zinero and blue for Cyrith. I would prefer something in red."

Cyrith made a few attempts at conversation with the people around him, but ultimately he found himself bored to tears by their repetitive lives. At the other side of the table, he spotted the Princess, 'Perhaps now would be the time to finish our conversation,' He thought then stood from his chair to approach her.

"Are you sure...red?" She asked as she came back against him from the spin. it was not a very friendly color and he was so post to become the king of everyone in the whole kingdom. "Really?" She looked like she would object if she could, but she could not. "...well maybe if it were a dark colder red rather than an orange red but still.....Read is the color of blood." She really wanted his reign as king to work out and starting off on the wrong color could jeopardize everything.

Now that the woman was gone, Alexander wanted to get back to working on opening the blasted wine bottle. He was thinking of just smashing the top open, but Alexander didn't want to seem barbaric. Instead, Alexander wanted to use this opportunity to practice his powers in the category of strength and open the bottle himself. Alexander turned count clockwise and was now facing the bottle as it was on the edge of the seat. Focusing his magical Levitation abilities, Alexander attached all available sources of Levitation on the bottle's cork. If Alexander could lift the Knight Brutus, he could definitely pull up this cork. This task wasn't as tiring as bashing two Knight's heads together to knock them out or Levitating a Knight into the air to throw at some other Knights; this was simply opening a bottle of wine. As Alexander thought about his uses of powers recently, he was wondering if he was going to get in trouble for any of it; probably not.

Alexander focused, his eyes shut hard as he concentrated on pulling the cork out of the bottle. With raising both of his hands, the bottle's cork came up and out of the bottle, staying in the air since Alexander still had Levitation working on it. Seeing no point in having it anymore, Alexander let go of the cork with his Levitation and let it hit the floor two or three feet in front of him. Now Alexander had access to wine for the first time in his life and couldn’t wait to try it. Grasping the bottle at the sides with both hands, Alexander lifted the bottle up and to his mouth, drinking carelessly while several guests wondered why a child was allowed to drink. As the wine poured and touched his tongue, he liked the taste, but it certainly wasn't going to be worth buying later for consumption. After three or four sips -he wasn't keeping track- Alexander felt kind of woozy, but it passed quickly and he began to drink some more. After four or five more sips, Alexander started to feel odd again and this time the feeling stayed for a bit longer. The wooziness went away, but it came back again.

A Tou system could -with practice- lessen the effects of alcohol or other types of narcotic substances, but Alexander didn't have any practice with such and was venerable to the wine's power. This was also the first time Alexander ever had a drink and if things went wrong it would probably also be the last; Tou also had a unique way of not being addicted to anything for too long unless it was in their system regularly.

Feeling dizzy as well as having a wonderful time just sitting in a chair despite how boring it was earlier, Alexander started to just randomly lift things of the table with Levitation and bring them towards him. First there was a fork and he tried eating it to no prevail. The next thing was edible at least, but he wasn't exactly sure what it was he had eaten. Not wanting anything more to eat, Alexander threw the fork onto the table and took more sips of wine.

"Tis stogh taste reazzy gaad...Heh-Uh..."

Alexander let out a small burp and took more sips of wine. The wine bottle was getting a bit light now, but that didn't stop Alexander from trying to drink more to the last drop. Now Alexander was far too out there to focus long enough to get another bottle and just sat in the chair with a dazed look on his face, watching the pretty colors on people's clothes dancing.

Amanae smiled graciously, though her eyes were on Alexander, who was slumped in a chair and looking very, very drunk indeed. "Who could fail to be entertained by such good food and delightful company, Your Highness?"

The noble elven girl leaned around Amanae to get a better look at the prince, and then giggled. "Who indeed," she said flirtatiously.

"Oh, forgive me," Amanae said, hastily turning her full attention back to the conversation at hand. "Your Highness, this is Lady Allina, daughter of..." she had forgotten the rest of the stupid girl's title.

Luckily, it didn't seem to matter, as Allina chose that exact moment to interject, standing as she did so. "I am new to court, Your Highness. It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance; in fact, there's no real point in coming to court at all I can't meet the famous Prince Cyrith."

Amanae stood as well, though much more quietly. "Please excuse me," she murmured, and then began making her way over to Alexander's table. Tou or not, he was the size of a child; if he drank any more wine, he might well kill himself.