[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] Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor[/center][hr]

She sat comfortably on his lap, close to him and his warmth, just as Cuyler liked it. He ran his hands along her back and played with the ends of her hair. Another hobby Cuyler had recently picked up. He smiled softly, looking at the hair he played with while she spoke of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] and duty. Yes, they should be off to the forest because a cure of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] meant a cure for Ayra. However, Cuyler couldn’t help the need to be selfish with Ayra so close to him. 
She leaned in, her lips brushing along her neck before she bit him. An electric shock jolted through Cuyler from Ayra’s advances and he pulled her closer but she didn’t linger. Cuyler groaned in protest rather then pleasure. He released her hair while letting his head hang back for a moment and sighed. 
[color=pink]”Alright. And the walking gives you time to enjoy the scenery,”[/color] Cuyler teased. He leaned up and kissed Arya’s full lips once, a promise and a hope of something more before he released her and set her on her feet. He stood up after her, stretching past his full height before he settled and gathered up the herbs he brought, back into his bag. 
[color=pink]”We should stop at the Hefring so I can grab my bow, just encase we come across something,”[/color] Cuyler suggested. He didn’t want Ayra having an excuse or the need to use her [b]Magyk[/b] while in such a fragile state. Besides, when it came to hunting Cuyler was good with a bow. If it was an animal after them, he would be able to take it out. 

[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 Infirmary[/center][hr]

Titan looked at Becky curiously as she mumbled to herself. She may have had nice hair but she was nuts. He took on Becky’s instruction and nodded. He glanced around the room grabbing a sheet before he left after Lyra had dashed out of the room. What exactly was her hurry? He noted that she took a turn for outside rather than to the Queen. Perhaps Titan would take it upon himself to watch over Queen Valda while he pawned Lennox off on Luna. He reached the dead guard on the ground and covered him up in such a way that he wouldn’t get his own clothes soiled before he picked up Fyror and carried him from the hall to the third corridor off the Long Walk. 
Back inside the infirmary, it seemed Lyra’s not so subtle disappearance was noticed by more than just Becky and Titan. Amarantha had opened her eyes, sensing a change in the atmosphere. She watched Lyra look out the window, stare for a moment and then quickly look back. She gave the poorest excuse of a subtle smile before she ran out the door, Titan following after her. Frowning, Amarantha turned her head to look out the window Lyra had been staring out. She didn’t glimpse anything but that hardly meant a thing. The commander shifted on her bed, trying to find a more suitable position for resting. She had to be on her feet before the wedding. If Lyra was going to fly off because she saw a bird rather than watch her charge, there was going to be a problem and some position changes needed.  
Suddenly there was a resounding BOOM and the Palace walls seemed to shake. Amarantha looked around, watching some loose rock and dust fall from the ceiling above. She simply settled back into the pillows. If the Castle walls were being broken down, she needed at least five more minutes of rest before she could defend. Amarantha also heard slapping and looked to watch Skaoi with Prince Tristan, she smirked in mild amusement despite all the stressful things running around in her head. 
[color=#006400]”You shouldn’t rest,”[/color] she agreed with the [b]Physik[/b]. [color=#006400]”You should be thinking of who tried to poison you.”[/color] Once again Amarantha shut her eyes, listening to the sounds of the infirmary.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location:[/color] On the main deck of the Aricie[/center][hr]

Ahote smiled ever so slightly and simply nodded. Yes, there were many things he learned while being aboard a ship. Of course Ahote had many loves back home but the outside world seemed to house many different types of people. Men and woman alike. The small girl who stood on the other side of Captain James, now beside Ahote acknowledged him. She seemed to recognize his accent which caused Ahote to truly smile. He had yet to meet a single person from the True North on his journey, it was nice to see that some people did know of the place though. 
[color=#1E90FF]”I am,”[/color] he said and held his hand out to her. [color=#1E90FF]”Ahote Proudstar, pleased to meet you Minerva.”[/color] Ahote had trouble placing the young girl. She seemed to have the complexion and accent that was found more North but he couldn’t say what exact place. His mysteries would be left just as that due to another gentleman walked over. Ahote looked up at the man as he approached, he stood tall and confident. He walked well for being on a rocking ship but most people developed a certain walk when aboard a ship for weeks. 
He spoke with a similar accent to that of Minerva but he didn’t hold himself the same way that she did. Perhaps they were of the same area but different lands? 
As the gentleman walked closer a shimmer appeared around him, followed by an extension of his demeanor and an almost skin colour change. Ahote examined his aura, noting the red orange colour that signified that the confidence within this man did run deep. It always amazed Ahote with the different auras he could see around the ship. Back home, people generally seemed to follow the same patterns. There was not much diversity where he lived beyond what mutation they developed. The man shifted his attention to Ahote and he smirked. 
[color=#1E90FF]”I could say the same for you,”[/color] he said looking up at the man. He was a good three inches taller than Ahote. 
Soon three became four. Another woman who Ahote had seen around several times came over to their side of the deck and leaned against the railing with them. Most often she was seen below deck and Ahote wondered if she wasn’t fond of boats or so used to them that it didn’t matter what she saw, it was just water. She questioned them all and Ahote remained silent, wishing to know what adventures his fellow travelers would get up to. His water travel wouldn’t be ending here. He had a farther journey to get to, a land he had visited once already and was eager to get back to.