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[color=4169E1]- [I]R.H. Sin[/I][/color]
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	Lyra stared wide-eyed at the gruesome scene that unfolded before her. She wanted to look away, and yet she felt unable to do so, her gaze seemingly transfixed on Malekith as the man's own [b]Darke Magyk[/b] slowly and painfully ate away at him. She realized that if Asha's [b]Magyk[/b] had not deflected the blow that that would have been her fate, and that fact made it all the more surreal and all the more horrific. She bit her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. She considered herself a warrior, yes, but she couldn't proclaim to be overly familiar with death, particularly a death this violent and close to home. You could say that she had the skills and training in battle but not the experience. In many ways, she was still naïve. 

	Asha's gasp suddenly pulled her out of her stupor. She slowly looked back over at the wizard, taking the woman in just as the woman did the same with her. Seeing her alive and well made risking her life, and perhaps her sanity, worth while, but in the end, it still didn't make it any easier to process. She blinked a few times as if to wake herself up as Asha expressed her gratitude, and then the woman did something Lyra hadn't expected at all. Asha kissed her on the cheek. Lyra inhaled sharply as the woman's lips brushed her skin, and then it was over just as soon as it was done. She closed her eyes for a moment as she attempted to steady herself both physically and emotionally. 

	When her gaze finally opened, it landed back on Asha, before hesitantly drifting back to Malekith. Quite frankly, she would much rather stare at Asha for the rest of the day than deal with "warrior business" anymore today. But, of course, that was just an unrealistic fantasy. She let out a small sigh, feeling a little lighter than she had earlier. Was she still in shock? Hell yeah, but a kiss from a pretty woman certainly made things a little better. She eventually pulled her gaze away from the warlock's corpse to take in the others on the stage. She finally noted Cuyler's presence, having not noticed him before, seeing as she had been distracted by the illusionary dragon and Malekith's attempt to take Asha's life. Why exactly he was up here, she did not know. Surely, he didn't bear any better news than they had. She looked over at Rowland with a frown as the former ExtraOrdinary Wizard explained that someone had also tampered with Prince Myrus's mind. [i]Great, what else could possibly go wrong?[/i] she thought. She probably ended up jinxing herself there. 

	Lyra looked back over at Cuyler as he began retelling the ExtraOrdinary Wizard Arya about the Myth of the Four. She caught his gaze as he glanced over at her, and she nodded her head with a small encouraging smile on her features. She stiffened as the environment suddenly changed around them and a howl pierced through the air. As Thia jumped onto stage, she was promptly followed by Lyra's "dog" Aurora. Lyra instinctively sidestepped to avoid getting plowed over by her clutz of a Night Transformer. Aurora ran past her, slid to a stop, and then doubled back to her side where she started barking furiously at the sky. [color=4169E1]"Hush,"[/color] Lyra shushed her dog before looking at the source of the problem. Her eyes widened and her breath escaped her as they landed on the massive grey dragon with a relatively more diminutive individual on its back. [I]Please be an illusion. Please be an illusion,[/I] she thought. However, she had a bad feeling that this one was very real. [I]This is just great.[/I]