The prince can't predict the weather, that's a given. But he can feel the patterns in the wind, the humid, the salt lingering in the air as the wind blew from West. It was all a lie, a lie Prince Aesril must maintain to achieve their goal.
"What?" Prince Aesril asked seeing that Gelethorn in his human form almost burst in laughter.
Seeing Prince Aesril in a raised hand as though embracing someone, Gelethorn held his breath to break himself from laughing.
"I never knew," the Wood elf said, "that the Prince of Elves could maintain a lie this good. Were you forming a new religion, my Prince?"
He would never lie, as the Prince of Elves, Prince Aesril could never put out a lie when speaking to his fellow elves. Unless they were of other races.
