"* Then she loses her head,*" The prince waved his hand dismissively, "* I am too old to deal with such behaviour.*"
Garrett burst into laughter, his bark loud and echoing through the halls. "* Too old! Do I need to remind you of the little warrior princess you have residing in the room next to yours? How old is she? *"
The edges of Arawn's lips tilted up, and he glanced at his friend. "* Evanna may be young, but she is not stupid. She already outshines an elf our age.. Amaruil is evident to that..*"
"* And us,*" Garrett added sulkily.
Arawn chuckled as the pair began to walk through the halls while they spoke quietly in the night. The prince clamped a hand down on Garrett's shoulder and smiled, "* It's not my fault she defeated you in a fight..*"
