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"Take your time, I'll be making the blacks all day anyway." She called after him. Then she walked back to the table and sat back down. She was bored already of using this one color, but it was what needed to be done, the king could die anytime now, and Who knows how long the royal family wanted to mourn him. She finished another tunic and moved on to a black bodes for the Queen. She cut out the pattern pieces and stitched them together but her boredom was making her clumsy and she pricked her finger. "ah!" SEh spat and jumped back to not get blood on her work. She stuck the bloody finger into her mouth and decided that this would be a good time to take a break.

"What the...?"

Sylvan ran up to the wall and struggled to look to see what was on the other side. When she looked through she saw a woman with white hair and strange eyes. If Sylvan didn't know any better from her age, she could have sword the Dirt Blood on other side of the wall was levitating something.

"I would love for us to break out Dirt Blood, but my friend decided to take a nap! If you want out, wake him up!"

If Grog wouldn't listen to Sylvan, maybe he would listen to a complete stranger; made sense to her. Grog didn't like to listen to Sylvan, so it was a logical choice to have a stranger ask him instead of a long time friend.

Henna kept working for a few very quite moments after the man so kindly burst in then looked up. "Zireno... were is your third button?" See asked jokingly annoyed, his top was missing one button, and it must have fallen off while he was wearing it because he was the one out of all the boys that took the best care of the garments. She got up and rushed to embraced him warmly It was he who helped to plead her case to the court that she needed more funding to travel, and to but so much very strange and fine fabric.

"I acquired many pieces that I think you will enjoy." She said and rand her fingers over his collar, fixing it. It was an old habit, She just needed to make sure that her boys were dress the best, And that everything she made looked dashing on them.

Henna shook her head. "That's for your brother's crowning; I think he should wear blue. ”You'll be in red. If you want you can look though al the reds I've got, I think I'll use that." She gestured a few feet away from him. The fabrics were sorted by color. She went though the cabinet that held the buttons and found one that matched, then Picked up a needle and moved towards him. She took him by the shirt firmly and placed the button in it's place on his chest, then quickly started attaching it. She smiled widely and glanced up at him as she worked.

"Well you can wine about it all day long, And it's best that you wine to me, Because When I first talk to him about it he wanted to wear red for his coronation. Can you believe it? Sometime I feel like he doesn't listen to a word I say. I was the person who convinced him to take blue, and I guess that means that you should send all of that pent up annoyance and anger my way." She finished her work and tucked the needle into her sash as she straightened and buttoned his new button. Her brown eyes lingered on his face momentarily and she moved a hand up to fix a stray hair that was itching to be fixed. It was in her very nature to make him look his best, she could not stop herself sometimes.

"Why would he want that tacky red? I mean its bla. All the kings now a days are wearing red. Its the new royal purple. I want something original, something unexpected, something that will make me stand out the most instead of that snot nosed brother of mine." Zi had a fist on his hip "So what are you ganna do for me. Come on Henna I know you have something special hidden away. Lets see it."

Henna rolled her eyes and patted his chest before stepping back and walking over to one of the many wardrobes in her work room, she opened it releasing some on her more interesting fabric choices, these were not your basic colors, or even your basic prints. oh no. they were elaborate hand painted silken bolts, and color changing shimmering metallic like cloths, theist were the pikes that she treasured but often did not get a change to use due to the royal family's dull styles and their sheer expensiveness factor made her cringe at the idea of cutting them. "Here, Find something. I need more space in this one anyway." She let him have a look at her secret stash and stepped back folding her arms over her chest.

Alexander was coming down the hallway carrying a stack of three books. The library had many sources for Dyes, but Alexander with his knowledge chose the very best ones for Henna. However Alexander didn't take in the fact he had to carry them to Henna which by no means was an easy task for one so small; Alexander couldn't see past the books as he was walking down the hall to Henna's work room. As Alexander got in front of Henna's door holding the three books, he realized he wouldn't be able to open it. Alexander hit the door with the butt of the bottom book he was carrying and called out for Henna.

"Henna! Could you open the door? My hands are full."

Alexander awaited patiently for Henna to come, hoping she wouldn't take too long; the books were starting to get heavier and Alexander wasn't good enough in his magic to make them lighter and his hands were full so he couldn't open the door with his Levitation.


Grog usually did wake up on his own terms, but today seemed like one of those days that things changed.

"Sylvan! Put me down!"

Sylvan was never able to lift Grog up before; her powers were not strong enough to lift someone of his weight, so Grog was in a panic. He began to flail around in order to get back onto the ground, but it didn't work.

"It isn't me, Grog, it's...Jewlet? Yeah, Jewlet."

Grog took another look around the cell to see a hole in the wall where a brick use to be. Beyond that hole was a woman with white hair and odd eyes. Grog was starting to think she was a Tou Elder, but Tou never grew old like that so she was probably human.

"Oh, that was the woman talking? I thought I was having a dream. Fine...Put me down and I'll bust down the door…"

Grog didn’t like this idea; he and Sylvan would get in some major trouble if they were caught again and it was still unclear how this woman was put into the dungeon. Grog was beginning to think she may have been a dangerous criminal, but by her powers she was probably lawful if she didn’t try to break out yet with her powers, but now that raised the question of why she wanted Grog to bust them out instead.