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Zehail kept swinging until he heard footsteps. Averting his attention for just a slight second he saw the Prince. He began to clap as Zehail continued to flip and turn. Now that his student was in the room, Zehail let go of the bars, leaping into the air as his body twisted and turned in every which way before landing oriented on his feet. He had been performing so long it was as if he had forgotten he could simply just hop off of the bar. "Thank you, thank you." Zehail said, bowing to the audience of one, showing Marid the less serious side of himself.
"Don't look so amazed, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be able to do that in your sleep." Zehail told the boy. "But everyone starts somewhere, and today will mark the beginning for you." Zehail grabbed some chalk and poured it onto Marid's hands. "Rub that into your hands. After you've done that, I want you to grab a hold of the bar. You might have to jump a bit to reach, but it should be no problem." Zehail instructed.
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