[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 shook his head a little, looking away from his [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. She took a sip of his tea and gave him a genuine smile; however, the effect of the tea seemed to do nothing for her appearance or decrease in symptoms. Cuyler was about to insist he stay when a knock came to the door. Arya simply shifted, moving to use [b]Magyk[/b] and Cuyler’s face paled at that simple hand motion. Thankfully, nothing occurred. Cuyler grabbed onto the amulet under his shirt and breathed a sigh of relief but he also felt the need to scold Arya. If she had used that simple spell, would she even be conscious right now? 
A very disheveled apprentice came through the door and greeted Arya. He seemed rather timid but there was also a air of knowledge around him as he spoke. Cuyler stepped forward, pausing only a moment at the mention of the word husband. Had this apprentice seen the Floor? Was it saying something else already? Throwing boundaries and all respect for the image of a strong, healthy [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard out the door, Cuyler wrapped an arm around Arya’s waist, turning her slightly and took her face in his strong hand. Worn and built from years of sailing. 
[color=pink]”Arya, you must be careful. Whether you have your [b]Magyk[/b] source or not. That simple act you tried to perform… It could have held grave consequences,”[/color] he looked into her still purple eyes, not afraid to show the emotion they held. He kissed her softly before pulling back just a bit. 
[color=pink]”Your [i]husband[/i] demands it or I’m not leaving,”[/color] he said, a smirk coming across his lips despite what may have just been. 
Cuyler’s tension was refocused at the sound of New Nordic. He looked at the man curiously. He had never seen him before, perhaps he was well versed in all languages. Arya did know a few herself. Perhaps it was a requirement. 
[color=pink]”Jeg har ikke. Jeg hører det inneholder fantastiske skapninger,”[/color] Cuyler replied in the tongue of The Land Of Lost Nights. Cuyler always had a bit of an accent to his speech but it had often shaped to a better tone for his customers to hear him. However, when he spoke in his own tongue, the accent came back full force. 

[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 Attic ---> Outside the Attic[/center][hr]

There was a flash in Skaoi’s eyes that did not go unnoticed by the young commander. She narrowed her eyes a bit at Skaoi’s retreating form. There was compliance in her words but everything else told Amarantha that she was hiding something and by the great Gods above and below, Amarantha would find that out. Lyra’s little outburst of authority was short lived when the Queen put her personal guard in her place. Amarantha didn’t much care for after that, Valda moved with her brother out of the attic. She was hot on their feet, glad to have them finally moving and to be out of their herself. 

Titan smiled a little smugly at Luna’s agreeance to allowing him to escort her. He stood tall, ready to defend when Prince Tristan showed some troubles with a cute little creature. A little Niffler that was well known in the Palace. The creatures were cute but incredibly annoying. Titan smirked while he watched the Prince struggle with the little thing. The amusement was short lived though when his commander came down the stairs, followed by the rest of the royals. Prince Myrus was not doing well again and it seemed his commander was the one to have set him off. Titan shifted and moved to cover Luna. Valada was wrapped up with Myrus so there was no chance of saving her but there was still Luna. 

That sense of relief for Amarantha was short lived as well. As they came into the hallway, seeing Titan, Luna and Tristan fighting with a chubby little creature. Amarantha’s attention was pulled back quickly though as Myrus began yelling at her, defending Skaoi from her earlier comments and the need to question her. Amarantha shifted, holding one hand in front of her but down low. It was a stance meant to calm but also loose enough to move into action if she needed. 
[color=#006400]”Prince Myrus please. I mean no disrespect but it is my responsibility to keep you and your siblings, along with the public you serve, protected. I must question who I must but I promise you I will do so with the utmost respect.”[/color] Amarantha still had authority in her voice as she spoke but it was with a note of respect and calm. It was peculiar for such a harsh woman to speak this way after so many years but she had been learning to perfect that tone ever since baby Dawn was born. 
Skaoi moved forward and Amarantha did nothing to stop her. Perhaps she would calm Mryus as Valda had or perhaps she would die. Yet a third option was present in the form of Skaoi killing the Prince in front of them all. Either way, Amarantha did not move but watched. 
Queen Valda spoke up and although the commander’s eyes remained on the SnowPlains Physik and Prince, she heard her Queen clearly. Amarantha didn’t quite relax but she nodded. Attention was diverted to Lyra and Amarantha kept her face neutral as punishment was doled out. If it had been Amarantha demoted like that, she would have maimed or killed anyone who commented on it outside the royals. There was a silver lining to this though. Amarantha would give Lyra instruction on how to question Skaoi, humanely of course. She still needed her answers.  

[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] The Port ---> Old Port Witch Coven House---> Inside Port Witch Coven House
Skills: Aura Sensing[/center][hr]

Ahote nodded to Arnora. He would revisit this topic of conversation with her as soon as they could. The history, the expansion of knowledge was all very fascinating to him. 
The presence of the little girl in the yellow dress faded after another sinister word and Ahote felt a sudden, unnatural chill. That darkness and dread didn’t leave him despite Arnora’s advances on the house and Minerva’s mention of an invitation. He looked at her, perplexed by her seemingly lack of concern about what they were about to walk into. Ahote looked back at the house, Arnora disappearing inside now. He looked over at the other man and clapped him on the back. 
[color=#1E90FF]”If something goes wrong, you go high, I go low ya?”[/color] Ahote moved into step beside Minerva as they approached the house behind Arnora. He looked over at her, trying to get a sense of her aura but nothing was coming to him. It was as if he was being blocked. [color=#1E90FF]”Is there something specific you are looking for Minerva? This бесконачни камен perhaps? What is it?”[/color] He asked, most likely butchering the words. 
They stepped inside and Ahote looked around the house, feeling a slight chill but was sure that was more from his earlier warning of darkness. Despite the lack of read on Minerva, he did get one entering the house. This house had seen happiness and peace. There was still happiness here but it was clouded by an intense darkness from upstairs. Ahote looked to the damaged stairs and then up at the ceiling. 
[color=#1E90FF]”That darkness, the heaviness. It’s coming from upstairs,”[/color] Ahote found himself announcing.