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[color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] Third Corridor off the Long Walk ⇢ Outside the Infirmary
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	Tristan smiled softly once again when Luna said that the [b]Physiks[/b] should be willing to give him some information on the [b]Sicknesse[/b]. [color=6A5ACD]"Glad to hear it,"[/color] he replied gratefully. What exactly he would do with said information, he himself didn't quite know just yet. But he figured an informed prince would make for a better leader. So, he would look into this lethal illness that was ravaging [b]Magyk[/b] users. He stopped short in his strides, coming up alongside Luna's side, when her guard Amarantha made her presence known. He had thought that maybe he would get some alone time (well, relatively alone, what with Fyror and all) with Luna for once. It was wishful thinking apparently though. Luna's dark shadow was here to stay it would seem. [I]Great. Well, it was fun while it lasted.[/I] 

	He gave the woman a slight respectful bow in return, averting his gaze for a moment. When his gaze came back up, he caught Amarantha's pointed look. His lips thinned, but he quickly returned his attention to Luna, trying not to show how on edge he suddenly felt right then. How did people ever expect him to be genuinely himself around the Crown Princess if they couldn't give him some frickin' breathing room every once and awhile?! His jaw tightened in frustration as followed after Luna again. However, it was quickly dissipated as he heard the loudest, smelliest, most obnoxious fart in the history of farts sound off like a bomb in deadpan silence. He suddenly came to a screeching halt again, his blue eyes widening. At first, he didn't even realize it was him, or maybe he was just in serious denial. Whatever the case, he went so far as to look around as if to figure out what idiot let one rip at such an inopportune moment as this. However, Tristan's face soon paled before turning a flaming red when it fully dawned on him that the idiot was in fact him. [I]Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAAAAAPPPP!!!![/I] he mentally screamed, staring up at the ceiling as he didn't have it in him to face the princess. After all, she probably heard it. Hell, the whole Castle probably did. [I]Oh Odin, strike me down now and spare me any further embarrassment![/I] 

	Behind him, Fyror was trying, for the sake of propriety, his darndest not to break out into hysterical laughter at the whole debacle. Despite his best efforts though, a muffled croak of laughter unfortunately managed to slip through his façade. Even more unfortunate was the fact that Tristan had heard it. The prince spun on his heels, leveling his friend with a piercing glare. [I]I swear if I hear so much as one more peep out of you, you're job won't be the only thing you'll be losing,[/I] he thought angrily, the warning clear in the intensity of his gaze. A grimace suddenly crossed Fyror's features, and for a moment, Tristan felt a sense of satisfaction that he had gotten the warning across to the man. That was at least until a strangled sound left his friend's lips, and clutching his chest, Fyror collapsed onto the ground.

	For a minute, Tristan just stood there flabbergasted. His eyes were practically bugging out of his face, and his breaths came in and out sharply as his mind desperately tried to process what he had just witnessed. When everything finally clicked into place, he sprinted forward, faster than he had ever run before, as his heart was in his throat. [color=6A5ACD]"FYROR!!!"[/color] he shouted, rushing to his fallen friend's side. Liquid pooled around Fyror, apparently having [I]relieved[/I] himself in the process. Had this been in any other circumstance, he probably would have made fun of Fyror for peeing his pants, but this was far from the ideal time. [color=6A5ACD]"Fyror! Fyror! No no no, stay with me,"[/color] he exclaimed, raw desperation in his voice. When he wasn't getting any kind of response, he finally looked up at Luna with a look of utter helplessness and desperation in his eyes. His gaze flitted over to Amarantha, and horrified, he saw the woman similarly collapse to the ground, ranting about being-- [color=6A5ACD]"Poisoned,"[/color] he gasped. He leapt to his feet and practically tackled Skaoi as the [b]Physik[/b] woman exited the infirmary. [color=6A5ACD]"Help them! You need to help them [b][I]please[/I][/b]! I think they've both been poisoned!"[/color] he cried out to the woman, glancing back over at Fyror and then Amarantha as she spoke one last word. [color=6A5ACD]"With Belladonna possibly."[/color]
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[color=4169E1]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Queen's Room
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	[color=4169E1]"Sorry, habit,"[/color] Lyra commented, before returning Valda's smile. She nodded her thanks and entered the Queen's room, glancing around before turning to face Valda as the woman shut the door behind them. She shook her head when Valda asked about her siblings' whereabouts. [color=4169E1]"I'm afraid I do not. Though I would assume that Princess Luna is out with Prince Tristan about now. As for Prince Myrus..."[/color] she replied, her voice trailing and her smile soon fading as she thought about the young prince. [color=4169E1]"I'm worried about him. As I know you are."[/color] 

	Her lips were drawn in a tight line as she thought about the prince's quick mental decline over the last several months. Ever since his mind had been messed with by a witch and he had developed these powerful new abilities, he had become a shell of his former self. It hurt her, truly, to see him in such pain, and even more so knowing that there wasn't much she could do for him other than just being there for him. In the end, she was afraid that that wouldn't be enough though, to protect him, most importantly from [I]himself[/I]. She nodded her head with sudden affirmation. [color=4169E1]"Yes, let's find them. The appointment isn't for a few more hours, so we have plenty of time,"[/color] she exclaimed.