[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] Inside Wizard Tower[/center][hr]

Cuyler caught Ayra’s eye and for a second he was sure he saw jealousy in her eyes until she saw him looking at her. Her cheeks flushed and it only made Cuyler grin more. Perhaps there was something there that wasn’t there before. 
Atkin drew his focus back and then Ayra spoke up as well in regards to Cuyler’s statement. 
[color=pink]”Well, there is a brand new window in place on the second floor and a couple of stones have shifted and been hastily replaced. The scratches on the stone and around the window are what pushed me into this conclusion.”[/color] The concern was very present in Cuyler’s voice as he spoke of the details he saw outside. Something so human, or animal, being able to break into Wizard Tower like that? This place had always seemed an impenetrable fortress to him. Even as a child he was fascinated with the building and the brilliant white colour that seemed to make the Tower glow even at night time.
The group moved into the Tower and he followed Ayra over to a wall that she touched. The wall seemed to shimmer purple before opening up for them. As Cuyler walked across the floor, new words cropped up for everyone to see. 

[h1][b][center][color=f4e61d]JUST[/color] [color=d074f7]KISS[/color] [color=08af27]HER[/color] [color=00aeef]ALREADY,[/color]
[color=ed1c24]NORTHERN[/color] [color=92278f]TRADER![/color][/center][/b][/h1]

Now it was Cuyler’s turn for his cheeks to burn. He slipped closer to Ayra and leaned down to whisper into her ear for her only. 
[color=pink]”Your floor is rather persistent isn’t it?”[/color] he commented, letting his arm brush against hers as he leaned in. It also had horrible timing. Cuyler wasn’t about to kiss her in a room full of people. Especially when it would be their first kiss. 
Cuyler followed Ayra into the new room and noticed a pot sitting in the middle. Ayra softly explained what the stones in the pot ment. Cuyler looked from the stones to Ayra with sympathy. There was more than just the Palace destruction that was going on. Many things happened behind closed doors that others never cared to take notice of. 

[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 Servants Quarters -- Outside Lyra’s Room ---> Her Room ---> Young Army Caravan[/center][hr]

Lyra’s obvious discomfort was rather satisfying to Amarantha. She enjoyed putting people on edge. It made it easier to get inside their heads and plant things that slowly destroyed them. Amarantha had a feeling she would have more contact with Lyra in the coming months and she was looking forward to the games that would ensue. 
[color=#006400]”Excellent,”[/color] Amarantha said to Asha. She had many plans in her head but she needed to survey who she still had left before she presented her plans to the Queen. 
[color=#006400]”If you excuse me ladies, the water is calling my name. If you have any further questions my door will be unlocked,”[/color] Amarantha said and winked at Lyra before she turned and strode back to her room, which was only a couple steps away. 
Once in the confines of her room, Amarantha let out a shaky breath. There was no possible way Amarantha would ever step down this hallway again or into Lyra’s room. When a person died, their ghost remained in that place for a year and a day. Amarantha had no desire to see that man ever again. Letting the image of Puck drift from her mind she walked forward, unbuttoning her jacket as she went and tossed it aside before she walked into the bathing chamber. What modern wonders the Palace had. Enchanted water that never stopped flowing or dropped in temperature. Amarantha was used to bathing in streams or the occasional heated tub Puck provided her but that usually came with a catch. 
After removing her pants she stepped under the flowing water and released an audible sigh of pleasure. The water washed more than dirt and blood away. Much had transpired in the last twenty-four hours and there was much more to do in the coming twenty-four hours. 

Cleaned and redressed, Amarantha pulled her boots back on, stood and admired her appearance in the mirror before she left her cozy room and the Palace. The cold air hit her face in an odd combination of soothing and alarming. As the woman made her way through the streets, surveying the destruction and smelling the sickly, sweet scent of burning bodies, she heard a boy yelling at her, demanding she leave the Castle. She turned her head in time to see the little thing throw stones at her. Amarantha’s full lips slid into a viper’s grin. 
[color=#006400]”If you desire to actually hit your target one day, you will come to the Castle and find me,”[/color] she told the boy sweetly. She continued on her journey, finding a few familiar faces laying in the streets but they would never greet her as their Deputy again. Or their new commander. 
The Young Army Caravan sat just outside the Castle walls and instead of the bustling noise, children's laughter and cries, there was silence. A complete and empty silence. Amarantha walked into the middle of the Caravan and stood there, taking it all in. Her body tensed from the emotion that rocked through her but she didn’t let it cross her face. Instead she hardened her appearance as the medic from earlier came out to greet her, along with their diminished numbers.