Altim poured a bowl of his beef stew, and he consumed it with a prayer for his goddess's blessing. The taste of the meat in the stew gave him life, and he savored eating it. It wasn't his best dish, but it reminded him of the hearty meals his mother prepared at his parents's home before he moved to the other side of Amaryth. Of course, he still made sure to visit them. Altim took another delicate sip. As he was draining the bowl of its last contents, trumpet fanfare and shouting outside interrupted his meal. "[i]The Coronation of his noble majesty, the soon to be King Aral Otharion the Fifth, will be held in one hours time at the Royal Otharion Theatre! Make way to the theatre if you wish to attend! An entrance fee is required, there will be no exceptions![/i]" The time of the Coronation was upon him, and he scrambled to cloak himself and scrounge up a gold piece or two to pay for the toll. Daror was punctual about important dates and times, so he rushed himself out the door with a gentle close and the click of the lock.

Altim felt the light breeze engulf him once more as he padded the streets to the Royal Otharion Theatre, the architecture of which he particularly admired out of all the public buildings. Its neat, flat stone motifs greeted his boots, and the guards at the gate harassed Daror's fee out of him, which he willingly supplied. The boy was anxious to see what the new king of the land of Othea offered the citizens and the countrymen, no doubt important politics to the people of the realm, and he was especially worried about the king's feelings about Evokers, about the Chosen. Altim needed his freedom and his safety guaranteed from the Church's wretched and corrupt influence, from its hypocrisy and disgusting ethical policies, for he wouldn't want imprisonment for his ability, which he sought not to evoke for malicious intents. Invoking the power in a somewhat cathartic release, Daror took a deep breath and a swift wind blew past him and those within a circle around him, the gale causing his cloak to billow and his form to shiver. He found his seat on the far left of the stands in the center section, and silently he wished for that particular use of his ability to not be his last—and hopefully that no person in the stands spotted his display from above or intuited its source.