Prince Chiodos of Amaya. This was something new! Hazel’s smirk only grew as she stepped closer to him. “I confess, I have wondered what it’s like . . . I’ve been a maiden for much too long. You look like you’re a whole lot of fun.” She flicked her banner, lips slowly lifting in a grin. Hazel’s sultry tone washed through the air as she blinked at Chiodos with a fake air of nonexistent innocence. She was very excited now, her breaths speeding up in anticipation. Water still rolled in little rivulets down her legs, though not as numerous now. “I’m Hazel. Great-granddaughter of the Dane King. I have to admit, your reputation must be better than mine - I’m only the great-granddaughter of a troublemaker, while you are a troublemaker yourself. If what you say is true. What kind of doom are we talking?” she purred, not breaking eye contact if they’d had it in the first place. “Starfall could use some more doom.”

“That’s the price you’re payin’ if you want my magic!”