[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 Long Walk [/center][hr]

Cuyler’s attention was already on Arya, so when her hand came to rest on top of his he wasn’t alarmed but he was surprised. He glanced down, feeling a shift as he relaxed from the previous use of [b]Magyk[/b] and a curious warming sensation spread through his body. Although it was odd, Cuyler did not shift away from the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard, instead he placed his other hand over top of hers and rotated his bottom hand so he held her hand securely between both palms. It wasn't normal for one to be this cold. When someone was this cold they didn’t last long. 
More relief flooded through Cuyler when he heard that the party who had left to find Princess Luna had returned and were in fact just outside at the Palace Landing, coming from the Port landing. 
With Atkin’s task completed, Cuyler watched him go out and greet the royal party. With them looked after he turned to look at Arya. 
[color=pink]”It’s time we got you in front of a fire. It is only going to get colder and the last time I checked, you aren’t immune to cold. You aren’t are you?”[/color] Cuyler asked, throwing in a bout of humor to break up his serious tone. 
He was genuinely worried about Arya. She had been a true friend to him over these last couple years. Listening to his fears and she knew everything about his family. A friend yes but something pleasant had twisted in his stomach when she blushed from their closeness and it continued to stir as he held onto her hand. 
Cuyler shifted, ready to pick up the Wizard if she refused him and in doing so is arm bumped an object hidden on his person. Arya’s gift. He nearly forgot about it in all the commotion of the day; however, now was not the best time to give it to her but he now had a bargaining chip if she refused him. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Palace Landing [/center][hr]

No matter how hard Amarantha would beat herself up for not securing the Princess sooner, the Queen had seemed to forgive her. She glanced over her shoulder at the sisters, watching their encounter and gave a curt nod. Well, at least she had given them that. The pirate woman, Harlianne if she remembered correctly, drew her attention away from the reunion and tossed her a flask. She caught it with her good arm, not even able to move her broken arm even if she had attempted. Seemed the cold had completely numbed that apendiage along with her broken leg. Compared to Amarantha’s cold hand, the flask was intensely warm. [b]Magyk[/b]. There had to be a potion contained in here, a potion that would speed up healing. Amarantha held the flask up to Harlianne and bowed her head in thanks before she pulled the top off with her teeth, spat the cork aside and took a healthy drink. Poisoned or not she would have drank the mysterious liquid. It either would start to make her feel better like the pirate said or kill her. Either was acceptable right now. 
As the warm liquid slid down her throat, it had a rather distinct earthy taste to it but it was more than that and Amarantha had a brief vision of pulling earthworms from the dirt and chasing the other girls in the Young Army with them. What potion was made with earthworms? Interesting. However curious the taste was, the drink began to work and Amarantha felt her limbs loosening, along with that burning ache from before and the numbing pain of now ease. Relief flooded through the woman’s features as it truly did begin to work. She glanced over at the pirate, the flask still at her lips as she took in the pistols at her hip. Amarantha pulled the flask from her lips after she had taken her drink, having decided that she wouldn’t like another wound to inflict more pain on her. 
[color=#006400]”You said Asha gave this to you? Asha the [b]Magykal[/b]?”[/color] she asked. The wizard was currently in the Palace, she had attended the ceremony but looking at this rouge pirate and thinking of Asha’s appearance, it was rather peculiar to think how the two had met. 
There was a light bump as the barge reached its mark to the Palace Landing. Amarantha breathed a sigh of relief, surprising even herself at her gratefulness. She looked behind her at Boy 512 who was shivering still. 
[color=#006400]”Go, get warm and find someone to help bring me in,”[/color] Amarantha spoke, feeling more generous than usual in her unusual state.