[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] The Palace Lawn [/center][hr]

The Prince seemed to register what Cuyler had said but didn’t entirely comprehend it. A wind came over the ramparts, signalling the drop in temperature and bringing snow with it but other then it causing the hair of Cuyler’s furs to move he didn’t take much notice; until Prince Myrus collapsed. Thia shifted and nuzzled the Prince, whimpering as she attempted to wake and comfort him. A crazed looking woman came out then and Cuyler raised his eyebrow. Thia gave a warning growl but then Myrus was lifted into the air, alarming Cuyler into standing and took a step back. Cuyler was used to [b]Magyk[/b] being heard about, not seen. You had belief where he came from and with belief came proof. Thia shifted as well, rising to her feet and backed up against her owner, not so much afraid but by way to protect him. Cuyler patted the top of her head, to get her to relax. 
Now that Cuyler was standing, away from the lingering warmth of the ground he realized the dropping temperature and looked up at the sky. The snow came down slowly but the flakes were an indication of what was to come. Cuyler had spent many days at sea and having grown up in one of the coldest climates, he knew what a coming snow storm looked like. 
[color=pink]”We all best get inside.”[/color] Cuyler turned around and saw a shivering Ayra and he gave a slight nod. 
[color=pink]”Quickly now, we can finish discussing this inside before the snow hits.”[/color] The last thing they needed was one of their only defences getting sick. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Outside the Port Witch Coven [/center][hr]

A familiar tingle went through Amarantha as the magic took hold. She looked over at Boy 512, her head being the only thing that could move now. The spell the Wizard casted seemed to have put the boy to sleep but only paralyzed Amarantha. She was about to comment when something occurred to the other side of her. Princess Luna had collapsed to the ground. The sudden howling of winds made it easy for Amaratha to guess that the cold was the culprit. The cold however, was not bothering Amarantha. The Wizard who had fallen on top of her remained straddling her and at the present moment, she was grateful. Leather didn’t have the greatest resistance to the cold and she half expected to be back in her tent by now, warming up. 
[color=#006400]”Get her back to the Castle immediately. Cut down anyone who tries to stop you. Tell them the Deputy Hunter sent you if you must,”[/color] Amarantha said to the unique woman holding out a pair of pistols. She wouldn’t be able to assist now and by the look in the Wizard’s eye, she would be tied up for quite some time. Perhaps this could work to Amarantha’s advantage. 
[color=#006400]”Unless…”[/color] Amarantha turned to look up into the eyes of the Wizard and regarded him closely. [color=#006400]”If you release me I could arrange a meeting with Gwydon Puck, having an ally in the Young Army could provide usefulness if you desire a greater prize.”[/color] Amarantha was hoping to entice the man, at least plant the first seed into wiggling her way into his mind. Amarantha had a unique ability to get into a person’s head and create all sorts of tales to change their belief in something. She was not using that ability now but was in hopes of gaining some trust and knowledge about the handsome Wizard. The enemy of my enemy is my friend after all.