"Well we can't all be unfeeling monsters" Malum shrugged, "I suppose I'm just lucky that I am." he smirked, taking another bite of his apple before gesturing to the door, "Go on then, and tell Lakar to keep a close eye on that brother of yours."

Malum caught the projectile, watching her disappear as his cocky expression fell to nothing. With a sigh he moved the fruit into the hidden room and closed it up behind himself so that no one would know he was there.

Lakar came just around the corner as she called, he smiled upon seeing the princess, "Asima, it is good to see you this morning" he hesitated, looking over her over briefly, "is anything the matter?"

Lakar took the parchment curiously. He examined it for a moment surprise crossing his features, "Yes, I think this would work-perhaps just with a small change here..." he gestured for Asima to follow him to his room where he pulled out some ink and altered one of the symbols a little. "There, now it should work just fine-but I did not teach you such advanced things Asima, where did you get this?" he looked at her again.

Lakar looked at it again, then shrugged a little and stepped back out of his room to where there was more space, "I'll show you, it may actually prove a good piece to help you develop you abilities."

Lakar found a good open spot in the temple before he began to go through the motions and cast the spell inscribed upon the parchment. With two fingers pointed outward as his arms made sweeping motions, a trail of water began to appear, streaming from the fingertips and flowing like a whip through the air. Suddenly he brought his hand across sharply and the water froze in a line, becoming shards of solid water that then shot out and shattered against the stone temple wall. The remains of the solid water were very reminiscent of the cold white sand, before they soon melted and left a small puddle upon the stones.

Lakar helped her through it, spending as much time as it took to get her to do the motions and words just right. Always the encouraging teacher, Lakar didn't stop until Asima had learned enough to get through the rest with her own practice.

Nemiah was pacing in the throne room with no one else there. He seemed fairly nervous about something-probably concerning his meeting that afternoon.

Nemiah turned to her nervously, "Asima, it's the sultan of Arabia and I just got word that he's bringing his son with him. I've met that guy when we were younger, he's a pompous brat who tried to get me in trouble any time we spent together. I don't think this'll go over well with him nearby..."

Nemiah looked at her, then suddenly hugged her tightly, "A distraction! Asima you're brilliant!" he exclaimed, "that'd be perfect, just keep him away from the meeting and I'm sure I can deal with the rest!"

Nemiah approached Asima and kissed her forehead, "you look beautiful sister" he smiled, "and thank you, they should be arriving shortly." he motioned towards the second chair that sat beside the throne, "have a seat" he smiled and moved to take the larger golden chair himself.

It wasn't terribly long before the guests arrived and the two men entered the room with their numerous servants accompanying them. The older of the two was clad in pure white with a turban wrapped around his head. He was fairly old with a beard and somewhat short, but he seemed quite respectful. The man next to him could not have been twenty years old as of yet. He had pure black hair and wore a combination of white and dark blue that made his stormy blue eyes stand out in a striking way.

They brought many exotic things with them, gifts to exchange with and to impress of course. Nemiah stood to greet them, clearly trying his best not to pay too much attention to the prince, although it wasn't easy.

"Pharaoh Nemiah" the Sultan nodded his head respectfully, "A pleasure to see you, although my condolences about your father."

Nemiah nodded, "Thank you, it is good to see you as well Sultan Hjari" he smiled, trying to keep it in place even when the prince spoke.

"Nemmy" the blue eyed Arabian grinned, "I haven't seen you in years."

"Ahem... yes" Nemiah cleared his throat, "Good to see you as well Prince Hemsjik" he emphasized the use of the boy's title, as though trying to make a point-the prince clearly did not acknowledge it. "This is my sister, Asima" he gestured to her, "why don't you two go for a walk?"

"Ah, I do not remember your sister being so... enchanting" Hemsjik grinned, looking Asima over.

The Arabian prince bid his father and 'Nemmy' farewell before gladly pursuing the princess. He didn't seem very interested in the palace as much as he did Asima herself. finally as they settled in the room he gave her his stormy blue gaze as though to ask if these were the eyes she spoke so fondly of, "yes, they are quite different" he replied proudly, "my mother was a Babylonian princess, I got them from her."

"Please, call me Hem" the prince grinned as he leaned forward with interest, "the trip was a bit tiring, you don't seem to have a lot of interesting things in Egypt here. I wish I could show you some of our Arabian wonders, I am sure that they would impress you"

"I saw them last time I was here, a number of years ago. I can't imagine they have improved much since then" he replied, baring a shrug of indifference. "You on the other hand, seem to have changed quite a bit."