[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=pink]Personality Traits:[/color] Loyal * Stubborn * Observant * Cocky * Patient * Hostile (holds grudges)[/center]

[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] The Long Walk [/center][hr]

 Cuyler stayed close to Ayra after placing his furs on her shoulders. He felt the cold radiating off of her and though he normally would have, he feared placing his arms around her would cross some invisible barrier. The blush that Ayra produced however, did not go unnoticed. She was positively blue so the dramatic change in colour was clearly visible to him. He smirked to himself and glanced away. The Queen spoke and Ayra spoke up but before she could offer her assistance the Queen had vanished. Cuyler squeezed his hands into fists, accidently bumping his arm against Ayra’s in doing so. [b]Magyk[/b] would always be hard for Cuyler to be comfortable around and it would cause him to be on edge all winter since he would be stuck here until the thaw. The added irritation came from Valda simply disappearing before Ayra could come with her. This was not the time for rash action; although, a small part of him was grateful for her sudden departure without the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] wizard. 
The wave of anger and fear was short lived when Rowland spoke up. Cuyler’s gaze shifted to the window and he moved forward, standing behind Ayra still as he looked out and saw the orange glow against the white background. A victory? Hardly, yes this was a warning of some kind and Cuyler didn’t think it would come from the Wendron Witches but then again, they had yet to return with the Princess. 
[color=pink]”Do we have anyway of keeping track of the Queen?”[/color] Cuyler worried she would get caught in the crosshairs and although she was raised to be a witch, Cuyler wasn’t wholly confident in her abilities. 
Normally Cuyler would just go out and discover for himself what had happened, what was burning and where the Queen had gone. He had no use for [b]Magyk[/b] and what it provided. Cuyler had learned to do most things on his own and he had a unique tracking ability that aided him in all areas of life. Cuyler was sure he would be able to find Valda quickly but Cuyler’s main concern wasn’t with the Queen. It was within the Castle walls so he was wasn’t going to leave. No, [b]Magyk[/b] would have to aid them all now. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#006400]Personality Traits:[/color] Patient * Smart-ass * Passionate * Dissociated * [b]Loyal[/b] * Intense [/center]

[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Barge [/center][hr]

Amarantha had been leaning on Boy 512 heavily when Queen Valda appeared out of nowhere. Her good leg was growing weaker with the effort of trying to support her own weight and the biting cold coming off the water was not helping. As it was Boy 512’s teeth were chattering and Amarantha was about to smack them out of his mouth for how it annoyed her. It wasn’t the poor boy’s fault and Amarantha could hardly blame him for the cold was affecting her just as much. No, what was fueling Amarantha’s annoyance was the fact that she needed someone to keep her from falling over. When the Queen had appeared, she immediately pushed herself away from the boy to stand on her own but the weakness in her good leg wouldn’t hold her and it gave out, sending her to the deck of the barge. Squeezing her eyes shut so as not to cry out from the pain, she remained hunched over for a time, breathing deeply before she sat herself down. 
[color=#006400]”My Queen, I do not believe any Wendon Witches survived our encounter. Jadis did not make her presence known after I was thrown from the window. The Port witches proved, difficult and prolonged my return of your sister unharmed.”[/color] Amarantha bowed her head to the young Queen in submission. This was yet another difficult thing for Amarantha, to admit defeat and accept that she had needed help; however, her loyalties remained to the Young Army and whoever sat on the throne so the blow was lessened for Amarantha as she completed her mission in returning Princess Luna to her sister. 
Her mission completed Amarantha shuffled to the edge of the barge, away from the inner warmth and embraced the cold as she retreated into herself. It was a bitter-sweet moment. Things did not go the way the planned, the nearly never did but she had hardly expected to be this screwed over. What was going to happen to her when she returned to the Castle and Puck saw her like this? The thought hardened Amarantha’s outward appearance as the fear took her over inside.