Weylyn would give a hefty sigh as the two were to walk off, arms wrapped around eachother and close, very close at that. He would soon begin to push himself up and off the outside railing of it all. Beginning to slowly stride up the steps, his sharp teeth felt gritting against one another, practically heard his teeth were felt gritting together so tightly, moving side to side on one another.

As he were to reach the door to his room he wouldn't even allow his arms to slide out from his cloak to open the door, simply stepping forwards towards it as he forces his own mana to course throughout his viens, all the way up and into his upper body, near the center mass of his chest as he had time and time again, forcing a large gust of wind to come from behind him and slam into the door infront of him, it near ripping it from it's hingest, the door even heard giving a loud 'crack' from the sides of it where the hinges lie, but it would be pushed open, luckily no serious damage made on it.

As he were to step into the room he would do this once again, forcing another gust of wind to move from the front of him to behind him, slamming into the open door and slamming the door. Loudly, very loudly. His feet dragging accross the floor as he walks  into the midst of the room, besides the fountain.

Simply dropping down onto his bottom as he would scoot his body over, the front of his body facing the front of the fountain as he were to force his own wind aura to slowly die down, the razor sharp winds encircling his body over and over near instantly stopping as fast as they had started, the air around the room felt going back into it's natural state, not being so forced aorund and tossed around the boys body.

He would hesitate for a short moment before quickly sliding his hand downwards into his brown leather pouch hanging from the sides of his belt underneath of his cloak, digging aroud for a short few moments, rubbing his hands against a few coins here and there and fealing each bit of texture and feel on them, before exposing a single golden crown from it, the most expensive out of the three silver gold and bronze varation of crowns.

Holding it close to his chest for a second, either of his eyes closing, simply keeping it there for a few short movement as no movement could be seen from him, apart from the silent movement of his lips, looking to repeat a single word over and over for the last few seconds.
As he finishes he would place the crown on the tops of his thumb, connecting it with the bridge of his index finger to keep it in place, the pointer of his thumb now pressed against the inner part of his index finger.

Hesitating for a moment he would force his thumb upwards, the gold crown seen flinging from his finger and into the air, watching it for a few seconds before forcing a short gust of wind to hit against the golden crown, forcing it upwards to hit the very top of the crown, now very visible and on the edge of it all, being the only one up there it would shine slightly under the low torch light of it all.

Weylyn would give a nod to himself, the same almost sad look still on his face as he were to walk over towards the table on the east wall of the room, simply sliding himself onto the open chair he had left out prior to their meal the night before, shifting his body over towards the table in a more casual sitting position, slouching down in the chair slightly as he plants his hands ontop the table, using his more sharp finger nails to slowly and gently press into the table, gently digging into it.
(Weylyn)