[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]

Cuyler finished packing the herbs back into his bag and slung it over his shoulder just in time for Ayra to announce there would be no need to go to the Hefring. He looked at her with a bit of confusion but then she shut her eyes and started whispering. Cuyler’s eyes widened in horror as he understood what she was doing. Her hands seemed to glow purple, only confirming his suspicions but he didn’t stop her for fear of it doing more damage. 
He watched her with fascination, not being able to look away from her hands and then a moment later his bow and quiver of arrows rested in her hands. He grinned, gathering them up. 
[color=pink]”Incredible!”[/color] he exclaimed. He checked it over, confirming it was his and then looked up, grinning at Ayra. It quickly faded though when he noticed the blood flowing from her nose. 
[color=pink]”Arya...that does not look fine to me,”[/color] he said and set the bow aside to retrieve a cloth for Ayra. Wasn’t one of the symptoms of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] furthering nose bleeds? 

[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 -- Stairs to The Attic[/center][hr]

Amarantha’s eyes remained closed while Becky spoke. Amarantha’s initial thought was that of her and Fyror not being the initial targets. Of course, getting them out of the way would be helpful. It seemed Prince Tristan had successfully been poisoned, confirming that he was the target all along. What had the three of them been in contact with, or ate, that caused only their poisoning? Amarantha’s eyes shot open at Tristan’s outburst. A temper indeed. 
Feeling much better, Amarantha swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. She walked to the end of Prince Tristan’s cot and stood, staring at him as he spoke. His tone was not appreciated, it was forced and Amarantha would have much rather him speak the way he wanted with her. She had no patience for niceties in this situation and she rather approved of Skaoi’s directness with the Prince. 
The [b]Physik's[/b] reaction to the Prince’s mention at the obvious assassination put on by the Eastern Snowplains was even more interesting. Amarantha merely looked at the shattered cup with little interest but watched Skaoi’s practiced hands shake as she attempted to sweep up the mess and apologize for her carelessness before retreating to her papers and books. [i]Why so shaken little mouse?[/i]
Most in the infirmary medics seemed to been cut and dry. They had been in their respective positions for long and well practiced if they were given a job in the Palace infirmary. The commander didn’t oversee this part of the Palace but she felt confident in trusting the people given positions here. Perhaps she would need to reconsider, for Skaoi was direct but she also seems, skittish. Quite the paradox. 
She continued to watch the [b]Physik[/b] as she spoke in Tristan’s same tone from earlier. [color=#006400]”Yes well, your excellent deducing skills are invaluable Prince Tristan and an investigation will be started straight away.”[/color] She grabbed onto the boys feet and looked at him. [color=#006400]”What has caused such bad blood between your two kingdoms, your highness?”[/color] Her eyes flashed as she started into his young ones. What youth they still seem to have, such innocence. Amarantha didn’t get the chance to hear his answer or contemplate him further. She turned her head, hearing a rather peculiar explosion. Releasing Tristan’s feet she stepped back and addressed the Prince one last time. 
[color=#006400]”I will have a pair of guards sent to keep you in the remainder of your stay here,”[/color] she said and without a bow she walked from the room with brisk determination. 
Each step she took away from the infirmary towards the attic, echoed with more strength. Every second that Amarantha had been down was another second that the Castle was unprotected. She had her sound guard but nothing was good enough for Amarantha unless she oversaw it. The complete opposite of her former commander. Puck was content to let others die for him while he pursed his desires but Amarantha played his game for long enough and won’t allow the loss of another royal while she was in command. 
She reached the attic in record time and found Lyra was mere steps ahead of her. Although backup would be appreciated, her presence wasn’t a comfort. 
[color=#006400]”And where is Queen Valda?”[/color] Amarantha demanded by way of greeting. 

[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]

The company Ahote found himself in was rather, unique. Each seemed interested in their own things, having desires and auras all their own but there seemed to be a common interest in this home of the Witch Messiah. Whoever she was, she did not sound like someone who should be trifled with. The look Grimspound was giving Ahote also seemed like one not to be taken lightly. Ahote shifted uncomfortably from the man’s stare. He ran his fingers through his hair and fixed his collar. Ahote was a confident man but he did not enjoy the pleasurable company of men, he much preferred a delicate touch against his skin. 
[color=#1E90FF]”It sounds interesting,”[/color] Ahote offered. [color=#1E90FF]”How long do you think would we be?”[/color] he asked Minerva. He didn’t want to be kept from the ship long and miss it’s departure. 
Things only became more interesting when Arnora mentioned going to make contact with the spirits who remained in the abandoned building. Forgetting Grimspound’s look, Ahote shifted back to the group and looked at Arnora, wishing to inquire more but it seemed the other young man had already shown an advanced interest in the topic. He gave name to the unique gift Arnora possessed. Spirit Seer, suggesting that there were more like her. Mutant powers, the ones Ahote had grown around, tended to be unique to the person. Although some did possess similar powers to others but that was rare. 
The wind above shifted, blowing past Ahote and carried sounds of the crew from behind him, forward. He listened further still and heard a well known voice to him curse from down below. Within that same moment, Grimspound’s aura shifted and shimmered as it seemed to draw upon a force that Ahote did not recognize. He watched the man curiously as he mentioned trouble was before them. Ahote turned his head, focusing on the captain below. So there seemed to be. 
[color=#1E90FF]”You are not wrong. Something has happened below deck,”[/color] he answered the group. [color=#1E90FF]”What power do you possess?”[/color] Ahote asked Grimspound.