The younger magic users in training turned when they noticed someone much taller in their midst, speaking to Caldwyn in a tone that wasn't commanding but nor was it subservient either. Elara's eyebrows rose in surprise at Cyne's impulsiveness. She tilted her head to the side as she analyzed his movements when he beckoned to the half vampire, half human mage; she had years to study human nature, to hone her own to be less impulsive, less obvious. Cyne though, he was mortal through and through, and the flame of his impatience was obvious as Caldwyn took in the Prince's posture and his request for Caldwyn's time. At Caldwyn's glance at her, Elara hid a smirk and gave a slight nod to the mage, slipping into the small garden and letting the young ones filter past her back into the palace proper, knowing they would be expected to help with household chores and duties when they weren't learning to control their gifts. Not a single one looked up at her, walking past as if the Queen didn't stand in their garden, while she rested her back against the wall by the door, watching Cyne and Caldwyn.<br/><br/>Caldwyn waited until his charges had left then he let the ball of ice melt in his hand and evaporate into the air. "What is it that brings my Queen's most valuable bargaining piece into the garden today? Isn't the war over? Can I not teach the gifted in peace?" He demanded, his tone playful despite his words as he held his hands behind his back, watching the Prince of Ashes curiously. "I expect you have some curiosities you would like to put to rest, don't you, mortal prince?"