[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 ---> The Palace Landing [/center][hr]

Cuyler stopped, turning and scowled at Arya and her perfect stubbornness. It would be so much easier if she wasn’t higher up than him. He simply would have taken her away, protests or not but he followed her as she walked past and led the way out of the Castle and down to the landing. He understood the image she needed to present, the strength she had to portray but he wasn’t going to leave her side for a second. He stepped right up behind her until her back was pressed against his chest. He surveyed the people on the barge. For the most part it looked like everyone was doing well. Cold, but alive. Cuyler watched Ayra as she spoke of Myrus. Snowflakes had fallen into her hair and Cuyler’s mind flashed to his sister, running through the snow and trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue while she laughed. He had to resist the urge to touch Ayra’s hair and watch the snowflakes melt from his touch. 
Winter held a special place in Cuylers’ heart. In the Land of Lost Nights, there were only a few months of warmth and long days but the majority of the year had below freezing temperatures and snow. He loved the magic of snow and what it possessed. The long nights back home provided a sky he could chart by and it was there that he learned most of his astronomy; however, it became difficult to stay outside the further into winter it got. When winter hit in the Land of Lost Nights, it hit hard and every year was different. The cold seeped into every crack and sometimes it didn’t matter how many furs you wore or slept with at night, the cold had a way of finding you. The cold here however, was far different. In this current state, it felt just like the beginnings of winter compared to what it would be like back home. The people of this land though weren't used to cold winters like Cuyler and the current cold was taking a toll on its people. 
[color=pink]”We can discuss the prince and what has happened to the Witches and Princess Luna back inside. Beside a nice warm fire,”[/color] Cuyler urged the group. 

[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 ---> The Palace Infirmary [/center][hr]

Amarantha bowed her head politely at Princess Luna’s thank-yous. Of course the woman would have enjoyed taking the soul credit for the Princess’s return but that was not the case. After Harlianne took the flask back, Amarantha adjusted her position, feeling slightly better as she waited for Boy 512 to return. She stretched out her broken arm, feeling the break still very present but it wasn’t agonizing anymore. With some help from the Young Army’s healer, she was sure to have a much faster recovery then what it would have been several minutes ago. 
As Boy 512 disappeared, three other people walked out of the Castle to greet the party on the barge and join the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard’s apprentice. Amarantha appraised the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard, the apprentice and her teacher as they stood in front of them. There was also a rather tall man behind the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. He seemed anxious for something and Amarantha couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the person he stood so closely behind. 
Amarantha began to shift uncomfortably. She was at a disadvantage being broken and weak in front of so many people. Enemies they really were. The Young Army wasn’t know for working well with others and the Deputy Hunter shared the same feelings, so sitting here with no ability to just walk away or defend herself was proving difficult. It got worse when Boy 512 returned with Palace guards to carry Amarantha back in. She glared as they approached her but in all honesty, they would be able to easily carry her where she needed to go. The cold was really starting to set in as the sun dropped further. 
[color=#006400]”Well don’t just stand there, help me up,”[/color] Amarantha demanded. She held out her good arm to one of them and planted her good foot onto the deck of the barge so she could help bring herself stand and so they knew which parts not to grab on her. She tucked her bad arm against her chest as they approached her and lifted her off the ground. 
With one last look at Luna, confirming that was indeed alright, Amarantha focused ahead as Boy 512 ran off ahead into the castle and disappeared. The guards took Amarantha down to the infirmary and laid her in a bed beside Prince Myrus. What had happened to him while they were gone?