Northstar Vale Your art was the prettiest art of all the art.

He followed the girl's gesture, unsure of what she had said exactly with her botched words but understanding the gist of it. He made a mental note of the direction, before turning back to his company as she gushed over the fireflies again. For a moment, his own stern features broke into something a little softer as he actually looked at their surroundings, noting the way the little points of light danced so gracefully over the grass.

His pompous attitude returned just as quickly as he pointedly glanced back at Witu. "You should go back now," he said, rudely cutting their conversation short. He needed his sleep, and he assumed her mother would be wondering where she was this late.

He turned on a heel towards his den but did not fully enter, however, instead sitting just inside the entrance, staring at Witu with a hard, watchful gaze until she finally left the area. With a satisfied huff, the prince then turned and went to rejoin his mother and siblings.