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Dross took one last look in the mirror as he adjusted his shirt. He was preparing for an evening out with the Lady Noelani, who promised to show him more of the city. Given his appearance he stayed close to Hytech building but she seemed determine to make him more traveled. Normally the Prince wore his formal uniform, having no "street clothes" as others called them. Thankfully one of the residents in the upper level loaned him some of his clothes. He was lucky it fit so well, his broad shoulders looking well defined along with the rest of his body. He tied his normally loose white hair back with a ponytail holder then walked toward the elevator.

The door dinged as it slid open and the tree-man exited, walking confidently to the communal area. He smiled as he saw the kuppy, looking ever so elegant yet casual. Walking up he bowed and kissed her hand, "Lady Noelani, you look beautiful this evening. I look forward to exploring the city with such excellent company."

Dross smiled, glad his companion for the evening approved of his attire. He offered his arm to the lady as they walked outside, marveling at their transportation. He was familiar with modern transportation but had yet to ride in any of it. He was glad they would have a driver. However it did give him an idea for later.

"I have not heard of road rage but I imagine you to be a fierce driver. It is always wise to never anger a woman, they are more viscous than any creature," he smiled as he stepped into the car next to her. Sitting back he enjoyed the ride, the wind blowing through his white hair. "So my good lady, where are we headed first?"

"A meal sounds most excellent. I will admit my counter part usually inspires hunger in myself as well," he nodded to her suggestion. He wondered what sort of food they would be eating. While Noelani seemed a refined lady, despite speaking of clients, he imagined she herself had a good appetite. At her question he smiled at her.

"I would enjoy going to the central park, I hear it is most lovely this time of year. The trees all lit up and even perhaps some music is being played," he smiled softly. With the windows down his flowing white hair billowed behind him, as if he were a knight riding atop a noble steed to rescue fair ladies in distress. For his face was still of a serious look, which he could not help given his bloodline.

Dross smiled softly at the kiss. It was nice to be with a female beyond those of the Basement. They were nice enough, some more mischievous than others, but it was refreshing to enjoy other company. Also Noelani was more traveled than the others of the Basement. He wondered what sort of food they were to eat, as well as what entertainment the would find on the harbor.

At her question he nodded, "Of course my lady." He gave her a soft smile of understanding, it was more common than she might think. He gave it some consideration before answering. "I don't think it is any different than others," he looked to her with a gentle face, "What was it like to be in the womb? To be born? To be an infant? I've asked these questions yet no one seems to remember. They were within their mother then, to them, suddenly they exist. I have no memories of a childhood per-say. I have often wondered about such experiences."

He brushed a stray lock of hair over one of the branches growing from his head, which made him appear to have a dark crown. "I am different from other Hexes I suppose. I believe all were created from something that was a living being. A plant, an animal, even something more mystical. However I was created from three thing that are essentially dead." He held up his hand as he counted them, "My first substance, a nutcracker, has a fable behind it being the Prince of Dolls and a warrior. But still it is merely a toy. Second is a jointed doll, again a toy but one with more ability. Finally, the only element in my creation that could be viewed as truly organic is deadwood. A tree that has fallen and died."

He looked out the window, "But deadwood is not the end. From it comes life as insects use it for a home and food, other plants take it's nutrients to give themselves life. It is a cycle. When something dies be it a creature, an idea, or even a dream; another life comes from it. Another creature takes sustenance, another person carries the idea to new heights with their own vision, and a dream inspires more dreams in others."