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[color=4169E1]- [I]Nikita Gill[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Palace Lawn ⇢ Servants' Quarters 
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	Lyra's lips thinned slightly when she realized that the knighting ceremony wasn't going to be postponed as she had suggested. She quickly hid her disapproval with a small, albeit strained, smile.  Don't get me wrong, she was overjoyed to be bestowed the honor of being knighted. However, she just didn't feel that right now was the time or the place for this. After all, two powerful beings were here from God knows where to retrieve [I]their child[/I]. It just seemed improper and inconsiderate to make them wait for something that was comparatively trivial. Not to mention the fact that she was a tad worried at how this would be received by the parents, particularly the gentleman who had already shown signs of having aggressive tendencies. She took a quick glance back in the direction of the parents, and at seeing the look of aggravation on the man's face, it only confirmed her suspicions. Her hands itched to reach for her sword just in case the man tried anything rash, but she didn't give in to that desire, instead keeping her hands laced in front of her. 

	She focused her attention back on Valda as she started the knighting ceremony. It was a rather informal ceremony but that mattered not as it was truly a honor either way. She tried to keep her façade composed and stoic, but despite her best efforts she could feel her emotions leaking through. She took a quick glance over at Cuyler. He of all people knew what this truly meant to her. It meant everything to her. [color=4169E1]"Thank you, Your Grace,"[/color] she stated earnestly when the "ceremony" came to a quick close. She wiped away a stray tears before swiftly regaining her composure and turning her attention back to the parents of the dragon egg. [color=4169E1]"Now pl--"[/color] she began but was quickly interrupted by a loud scream.

	She whorled around as her hand flew to the hilt of her sword. Her eyes widened as she took in the state of Prince Myrus, and a gasp escaped her lips as he seemed to cause an explosion. She staggered backwards a little bit as she quickly shielded her face with her arm as fragments of wood flew into the air. She slowly lowered her arm as things seemed to settle down. She now looked warily over at Myrus, and yet a part of her still wanted to go to him. She hated seeing him so scared, but at the same time, she knew that she had a duty to perform elsewhere. She looked sharply over at Puck, her eyes lighting up like an igniting fire. She didn't take kindly to his seeming lack of empathy for Myrus's plight. Her intense gaze remained on him for a second or two before she simmered down and turned her attention back to Lord Laine and Lady Maehers once again. 

	She noted the gentleman's protective stance and his unsheated blade, but she decided that it was best not to inquire of it. And as far as her reaction to the reference to some being known as a "mutant," she just arched a pale blonde brow but otherwise didn't ask. [color=4169E1]"Please, follow me, your child is safely in my quarters,"[/color] she explained before gesturing for them to follow her. She took one more worried glance over at Myrus before she led the parents to the Servants' Quarters.