[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/695c3847651a7768b14096af4a9afa86/tumblr_oli1asU1441vecnwoo1_500.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Wizard’s Tower -- 20th Floor Skills: [/center][hr] Cuyler looked at a retreating Rainbrook and then back at Arya and her shock. Realization finally dawned on him with her acceptance and he couldn’t help but laugh. He took her face into his hands and kissed her deeply. [color=pink]”Oh Ayra,”[/color] he whispered. As he spoke further, his strong accent faded a bit so he was easier to understand. [color=pink]”I am thrilled to hear you so readily accept but, I don’t even have a ring for you. Not yet. I wish to speak to Rowland first. Atkin as well though I must admit I will still ask you properly even if Atkin does not give me his approval.”[/color] It wasn’t that Cuyler didn’t value Atkin’s approval, it would mean much to him but he knew there was some tension between them that may prevent it. [color=pink]”We will marry Arya, but let’s see about getting you a bit better first. Alright?”[/color] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img] http://i.pinger.pl/pgr328/dc3f25150012f53652dc6777 [/img][/center] [hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color]The Attic ---> Outside Attic Skills: [/center][hr] Had the roles somehow reversed? When did Lyra become the bitter one and Amarantha become the fierce protector of the royals. Yes, Lyra bore her punishment physically well but her words suggested otherwise. It was a bit surprising to Amarantha that Lyra would speak in such a way. It was borderline disrespectful but it wasn’t inappropriate either. Amarantha’s gaze shifted from the Queen and her former personal guard to look over Luna, who was doing the same and then at Myrus again as he addressed her. She raised her right eyebrow and quirked her lips into a hidden smile. She was half-tempted to listen to him. One should not challenge a demon. Myrus, the supposed monster, then started running but didn’t get very far until he dropped. Amarantha’s stance shifted as she relaxed. She looked over at the Queen, watching her demeanor to see if any signs of the [b]Sickenesse[/b] started to show itself. The first stage had limited symptoms, ones that wouldn’t be quite visible if Amarantha remembered correctly. [color=#006400]”Your Highness, it seems you are in need of a new guard. I will have a few sent for your approval and I do believe it is high time the Prince has a guard as well. One that is suited for his, extraordinary needs. In the meantime, I will accompany you today.”[/color] She spoke as she eyed up the unconscious prince on the floor. Amarantha looked over at Titan and smirked. She nodded towards the Prince after Luna’s words. [color=#006400]”Go on. Retrieve the Prince and take him to Princess’s Luna’s bedroom, as per her request,”[/color] she said, rather enjoying the look of disbelief and nervousness on Titan’s face as he looked between Myrus on the floor and his commander. Amarantha trusted Luna’s judgement and therefore had no problems with the Prince retiring to her room. The Prince clearly needed his family and comfort and Luna had a pressing matter that would show him he wasn’t the only monster. Not that Amarantha thought her friend was anything close to the disgusting term. [color=#006400]”You may accompany them Skoai, and your servant as well if you wish it. Titan will be in the room watching. For all of your safety,”[/color] Amarantha said, using her words carefully to not upset or show that she was skirting around the Queen’s words. Titan knew the basics of Luna, nothing specific but if she was about to tell her brother of her mental state, she would need further protection. They still had the afternoon to prepare for this evening’s wedding but now that Amarantha was tied to the Queen and her second to Luna, she would have to utilize the messenger rats to get her other various jobs done and communication made to the rest in her employ. Her men and woman should be finishing their mid-day meal now and be moving about the Palace to secure it completely so there would be no surprises come wedding time. She would have to shift some of them around in order to bring a few to her side for the Queen and the Prince. The questioning of the Eastern SnowPlain natives would unfortunately, have to wait until tomorrow. [hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/f715979fe3e2bd8e192ad4d95a81feff/tumblr_oyb803GZqy1wro4x8o3_540.gif[/img][/center] [hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location:[/color] Inside Port Witch Coven House Skills: [/center][hr] Ahote couldn’t help but shift in response to the moving house, the voice who answered from upstairs and the shattering windows. His shoulders tensed and he bumped first into Minerva and then back into Grimspound. He narrowed his eyes. Ahote was used to spirits, the sounds and sights of them back in his home but they showed only during ceremonies, passing along blessings. They were always positive while here, in this moment, they were dark and not happy to be disturbed. Ahote attempted to shake off this unnatural chill but it held fast. He glanced back at Grimspound before he reluctantly walked forward. Ahote was hardly a coward but he wasn’t stupid either so he remained on alert. His eyesight and hearing heightened as they continued to walk. Minerva’s words hit him and he watched her curiously. [color=#1E90FF]”Are you related to this Nera Hawthorn then? I do not recommend removing something that is sacred here.”[/color] Perhaps spirits couldn’t physically attack, but if they were strong enough they could make other things occur.