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[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Crypt - The Palace
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	Lyra's eyes fluttered slightly as she pulled her entranced gaze away from the precious object in her hands to look over at Emperor Taj. Her eyes widened slightly and a small breath left her parted lips when he stated that the "object" was in fact a real dragon egg. Her pale blonde brows furrowed as she looked back down at it. [I]What is something so precious doing down here of all places? Surely, such a relic should be treated with more respect than to be simply left to collect dust,[/I] she thought to herself, her head tilting to the side as she reverently caressed the smooth surface of the egg. [I]I wonder if you're still alive in there, just waiting for the right moment to hatch.[/I] 

	Emperor Taj's voice penetrated her thoughts as he inquired about her earlier statements. [color=4169E1]"Yes, of course,"[/color] she replied, nodding her head. She gently placed the dragon egg back in the linen and satin lined chest before turning to face Emperor Taj fully. She laced her hands in front of herself before speaking. [color=4169E1]"I vaguely remember feeling that same aura years ago when I was just a little girl back in the Land of Long Nights. There was this stranger who came into town who only seemed to be able to speak a very old dialect. I remember feeling that aura reverberating off that person,"[/color] she explained, looking up at him.
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[/center][hr][center][b][color=808080]Location:[/color][/b] Port Witch Coven House
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	Malekith gave the two women a dashing, lopsided grin that was sure to melt their hearts. He chuckled lightly. [color=808080]"An honest mistake, really. It's easy to underestimate one's own power,"[/color] he stated, seemingly playing off his blunder with a practiced ease. [color=808080]"My sincerest apologies for making a mess of things. It was not my intention to do so. Nonetheless, no one was hurt and the children are appeased. And that is what truly matters, is it not?"[/color] His carefully, and yet so eloquently, placed words appeared to have its intended effect as the women's features softened once more. They nodded their heads in seeming agreement of his words. A smile lit up the features of the younger of the two women as she looked over fondly at the children, who were still cheering happily at Malekith's [b]Magykal[/b] display. He gave the children a playful, overly exaggerated bow as they already eagerly requested an encore.

	As he straightened back up, his gaze locked once more with the two women. His charsimatic display after all was more for their benefit than for that of the children. He wanted to remain in the women's good graces, and by default Fleur's. [color=808080]"I am afraid it will have to wait until another time, children,"[/color] he replied to the children's pleas, much to their disappointment. He looked back over to the two women and gave them one last charming smile before inclining his head in farewell. He then pivoted on his heels and exited the room, closing the door softly behind him. He promptly headed down the hall to the privacy of his own room. He made a mental checklist of what he would need. Other than a change of clothes and the weapons he always kept on his person, not much else came to mind in way of provisions. With a sharp intellect and [b]Darke Magyk[/b] at one's fingertips, one need not for much else. 

	Malekith made quick work of removing his weapons and changing into more suitable attire. Though he had a fondness for his black leather, it just wasn't quite right for the occasion. It would only serve to make him stand out more, and not in a good way. He settled for a black and burgundy [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/43/6b/4b/436b4b0dbc68db8341bbeb8adbbc8460.jpg]ensemble[/url] that he felt was striking yet still didn't make him stand out [I]too[/I] much. He replaced his weapons as a precautionary step. Hopefully the guards wouldn't check for weapons, but in case they did, he already had a contingency plan for that. He straightened his collar as he looked himself over in the mirror. [I]Looking good as always,[/I] he thought to himself. He then turned and left his room to meet back up with Fleur and Nera.