Mocking And Conversing

Drayce took Seren back to their chamber and put her to sleep as she was feeling restless after learning those shocking revelations about the hellfire sealed inside her. Despite Drayce's comforting presence, she needed the help of his spell to fall asleep. 

The Crown Prince of Griven and the High Elf were left inside the gazebo.

"...So Prince Arlan, from what I understand, you have never tried wielding your power?" Yorian asked, as the two enjoyed the fragrant local liquor in front of them. 

"There was no need to use it. It is enough to deal with human problems the human way, you know?" the prince casually replied, while holding that small cup of wine in his hand, which he emptied down his throat with relish.

The elf raised a brow. "So you never use it?" 

"Sometimes, I guess, when there is a necessity for me to cross a long distance—"

Yorian grumbled as he too downed his drink. "Then don't say you don't use it…"