[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/t6dh2plxt/5f17395adc79eddfe9f9f8fe9fccedc3.png[/img][hr][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/tj4v8poq9/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=7bcdc8][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 3:15 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	There was a huge round of applause for Myth's singing. Her voice truly was a gift, but of course it helped that most of the patrons were heavily intoxicated and more prone to showing their emotional response to the performance. Marya couldn't help but shoot a smirking glance over at her adoptive father, wondering how Bruce would react to the pretty bard singing about the Myth of Four. It was the entire reason she had requested it, after all. Marya's gaze then shifted over to Sylvi. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"I'm not native to this part of the world either,"[/color] Marya replied with a shrug. [color=7ea7d8]"Да јој кажемо? Или нека то сама схвати?"[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Оох, потпуно би требали, било би забавније видети да ли она верује или не."[/color] Medea responded with a giggle. Bruce just looked at Myth, but he didn't say anything. To him, it was still a little weird to hear the Myth of Four out loud, though she didn't do that bad of a job telling it.

	Marya nodded, snickering along with her twin sister before she turned to face Sylvi. [color=7ea7d8]"The Myth of Four isn't a myth at all. It's real,"[/color] she bragged. She then nodded over at Bruce. [color=7ea7d8]"Your so called Master of the Cosmos? He's our dad - technically speaking."[/color]

	[color=8dc73f]"Marya, Medea, don't go telling stories like that alright?"[/color] Bruce said, turning to look at them.

	[color=7ea7d8]"What? It's true,"[/color] Marya protested with an eye roll. [color=7ea7d8]"Go on, go impress Myth the Muse by holding a star in your hand. Tell her she's your Moon Lily or whatever disgusting pet name your father gave your mother. Just live a little already!"[/color]

	[color=8dc73f]"Really you two? I can't do that, and you know it,"[/color] Bruce said, though he was more of meaning he couldn't do it here, in a crowd of people. He wasn't even too sure if anyone around them wouldn't freak out.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6sfqj9hf5/25c675be6624370fc2b2d84ebd179ee8.gif[/img][hr][color=#9B30FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace - the Long Walk
[color=#9B30FF][b]Personality Traits:[/b][/color] Brave * [u]Stubborn[/u] * [u]Intelligent[/u] * Impatient * Curious * Lonely[/center][hr]	Becky guided Myrus away from the others, retreating to the Prince's room where he could be treated better. It would allow him to receive some privacy, and although Becky made no mention of it, he seemed to be already regaining a bit of color in his face. His vitals were far from ideal but they had stopped in their decline and were slowly beginning to return to normal levels. It was a good an indication as any that the House of Silvers would not lose a member on this day - at least, not to death. 

	Back in the Long Walk, Arya could not help but blush slightly as Cuyler placed his furs around her. The chill still felt as if it were in her bones, but an instantaneous fix was unlikely and the fur would help in time. Of course, getting out of the elements was going to do wonders for her as well. Not that Arya would have ever admitted that she needed to leave the cold, that it had been too much for her to handle - once she set her mind to something, that was that and it was final. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"My Queen, if you would allow me to..."[/color] Arya began, only to be cut off as Valda vanished, [b]transporting[/b] herself to the Port, [color=#9B30FF]"...I could assist you."[/color] Arya sighed, staring at the spot where Valda had been. She could understand Valda's impatience, but it was her duty as ExtraOrdinary Wizard to assist the Queen, especially in matters of [b]Magyk.[/b] Her eyes caught flames through one of the windows of the Palace and she peered out in greater detail, [b]Sensing[/b] the distant but chaotic [b]Magyk[/b] occurring on the Castle Walls. 

	"It would appear the witch covens have declared a victor," Rowland mused, catching the same disturbance that Arya had seen. "The question is - which one?"

	Arya shook her head. [color=#9B30FF]"No, the matter to consider is whether that was the first blow in a war against the Castle...It matters little if the Wendrons or the Port Witches triumphed. A witch is a witch..."[/color]

	Down in the Servants Quarters, Lyra's bedroom continued to be quite the social event destination. Holding Zekarra's mouth shut evidently was [i]not[/i] want the baby wanted and no matter what Richard did afterwards, the baby just wasn't having it. The baby stared at Richard, before screaming at the top of her lungs. 

	"Just Asha will do...And in a moment, I can tend to your wounded ego," Asha told Richard, a bit amused at the fit the baby dragon was throwing. She was a bit relieved the baby wasn't going for her necklace anymore, as she doubted Zekarra would be able to handle the power it was emitting. She then walked over to Lyra and peered at the pages, seeing the writing in a language neither of them understood. "What tongue is this?" Asha murmured. 

	"Allow me," Puck said, waltzing over to the book and ready to obnoxiously translate - but he hadn't seen that language before either and he walked away again with awkward embarrassment. So much for swagger.[hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6iy7w3vyp/tenor.gif[/img][hr][h3][b][color=7bcdc8]The Port: Port Witch Coven House[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]	Rhys would have quite the long walk home, given that the distance between the Port and the Castle is a fifteen minute trip by barge. To walk, it'll be at least an hour. On the bright side of things, his spell is successful and his wound closes up, no longer bleeding. No one bothers him or stops him on his walk, with most people going to their homes in the Port or sharing rumors about what was going to happen at the Castle. Some were calling it the end of the era, with the cursed child on the throne. 

	On the barge, Harlianne had gotten them halfway to the Castle when Valda appeared and performed the [b]Reverse[/b]. [color=#0099cc]"Ya one of 'em [b]Magyk[/b] lads?"[/color] Harlianne asked her, not realizing that she was the Queen of the Castle. She figured that the circlet was some sort of [b]Magykal[/b] artifact and Valda's hair hardly suggested [i]Queen[/i]. Harlianne then glanced over at Luna, noticing that the princess seemed to be waking up. [color=#0099cc]"So....how much coin am I gettin', lass?"[/color]

	Back inside the Port Witch Coven House, Constance nodded. "The twins around here somewhere? It'll be a quicker trip," Constance added. "You know what, I can find those little buggers," she offered, knowing that Fleur might wish to have a moment to say goodbye, and she left the room. One way or another, she'd get herself to the Badlands. Her [b]Magyk[/b] was feeling a bit drained after the encounter, but she could [b]Transport[/b] herself there if she needed to. 
	
	[color=7bcdc8][i]"Go, Witch Mother,"[/i][/color] Nera urged, her form starting to fade slightly. [color=7bcdc8][i]"...I do have one request. If you are to bury me, use my true name....Esren Melinda Carlan..."[/i][/color] Fleur would then feel a soft chill come over her, before Nera no longer [b]Appeared[/b] to her.