[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color] & [color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]	

	Cuyler rubbed his thumb along her spine while she spoke with Rainbrook. At the mention of the amulet Cuyler frowned at the young man. He had just managed to get Arya to let go and now this stranger, wanted her to put it back on? Arya had just tried to use music to open a door for Thor’s sake! If she did have that amulet on, the condition Arya could be in now. Cuyler stood tall and shook his head, not wanting to think that way. 

	[color=pink]”The amulet also contains her [b]Magyk[/b], which has been apart of her the majority of her life and [b]Magyk[/b] is what is killing her. No. We will find an alternative, some Lapis Lazuli or this stone you speak of in the Manuscriptorium,”[/color] Cuyler said firmly. 

	Rainbrook sighed, looking at Cuyler for a moment. "The amulet contains Lapis Lazuli connected to the Heart of Ways," he explained. "My mother explained it to me like this, when I was young...Lapis Lazuli enhances [b]Magyk[/b], some more than most. But it only will enhance [i]pure[/i] [b]Magyk[/b]. Besides, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard carries belt [b]Charms[/b] as well - would you ask her relinquish those as well?" [b]Charms[/b] could be used as [b]Magyk[/b] sources of their own - the reason that individuals like Amarantha could keep a few on them and still use them. The nervous individual pinched the ridge of his nose, before he looked back at Cuyler and Arya. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Since when did I let men speak for me?"[/color] Arya asked. As tired and weary as she was, she didn't appreciate Cuyler and Rainbrook speaking on her behalf. She was sick but she was still capable. She held her gaze, looking at Cuyler and Rainbrook both for a moment, and gave no indication if she would retrieve her amulet from him. [color=#9B30FF]"Now, Mr. Rainbrook, please inform me exactly what information you have been withholding from us."[/color] 

	Cuyler continued to frown, glaring even now. He appreciated his explanation from Rainbrook but he still wasn't agreeing with any of this. To Cuyler, [b]Magyk[/b] was [b]Magyk[/b]. It didn't matter if it was Lyte, Darke or Pure. It would still hold some effect of Arya, it would still decrease her chances and take her health away from her. Rainbrook's words were only making Cuyler want to keep Arya away from it all the more. There seemed to be no compromise and Cuyler was struggling with it. He could feel his anger rising from his lack of knowledge and ideas on what to do to save Arya.
 	
	Arya spoke directly to him and he hung his head, ashamed. He looked away from her, at anything else including a cloth he moved to get wet. He didn't want to blood drying around her lips after she had just coughed some up. He came back and offered it to Arya. 
[color=pink]"I simply worry. I did not mean anything by it."[/color]

	[color=#9B30FF]"I know you worry,"[/color] Arya told him, her gaze softening. She accepted his cloth and cleaned herself up, yet her thoughts were hidden behind her inquisitive green eyes. She loved Cuyler dearly and Rainbrook's insights on the Lapis Lazuli could stand to be tested still - yet she was more interested in knowing [i]why[/i] the odd Ordinary Wizard had said such things. She held her gaze at Rainbrook now.

	"O-oh dear..." Rainbrook muttered, his nerves all a flurry. "My mother...She...She suffered from a similar ailment in her youth..."

	Cuyler smiled a bit at Arya before his eyes flashed and he looked at Rainbrook. He just decided to tell them this now?[color=pink]"Was it the cure? Did she find this cure? Have you ever read or heard of this [b]Sickenesse[/b] before?"[/color] he asked Arya. He was sure she hadn't. She would have said and done something to protect the kingdom right? She wouldn't have let her own shame in being sick cloud her from saving others. That was not Arya. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"No, I haven't,"[/color] Arya replied with a frown. [color=#9B30FF]"But Cuyler...Rainbrook doesn't come from the Castle - nor the Small Wet Country. Perhaps his land has experienced this plight before - or even if it is just a similar case, the cure they used could give us some information..."[/color] However, she was also feeling a bit of nagging at the back of her mind. She was far too tardy to see the Queen at this rate. While Valda was more forgiving than Meliscente had been, it did not mean Arya could just refuse a summons. 	

	Rainbrook shook his head. "It was...It was different, yet I think similar enough. My mother found that Lapis Lazuli - such as the type in Miss Rincewind's amulet - could help to stave off the effects. And then...well, I have told you my plan. I'm not well versed in [b]Alchemie[/b] but..."

	[color=#9B30FF]"Cuyler, instead of venturing to the woods, I would like for you to accompany me to the Palace - and then come with me. It's probably time you met my mother anyways."[/color]

	[i]It was different, yet I think similar enough.[/i] That wasn't exactly comforting but what sort of shot did they have? They needed to take any opportunity that was presented too them. It was a risk, this new plan but, Cuyler would do anything to help Arya. The young man looked at his love when she addressed him again. He was a bit surprised with her decision but was not going to disagree. 
	
	As for meeting her mother, well, perhaps he was a bit nervous. They had only spoken of her a handful of times so he knew that Selesia was a [b]Alchemist[/b]. She would be there best chance if Rainbrook was so set on this [b]Alchemie[/b] way and if his mother's condition, did indeed have similar ties. [color=pink]"Was your mother cured by the treatment she used?"[/color] Cuyler asked Rainbrook. 

	Rainbrook nodded. "Yes, she was," he answered softly. "M-my mother...Sh-she's brilliant - quite healthy - managed to deliver my sister and me without complications," he answered. Arya glanced at Cuyler and she nodded. [color=#9B30FF]"Let's go then - if this is the path to curing the [b]Sicknesse[/b], we cannot hesitate,"[/color] she said. Rainbrook nodded, snapping his fingers and they vanished in purple mist, reappearing at the Palace in the corridor. 

	"S-sorry for not asking first...I didn't really fancy walking," the odd wizard said. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Your Majesty,"[/color] Arya greeted Valda. [color=#9B30FF]"I apologize for my tardiness...How may I assist you?"[/color]

	Cuyler huffed a shaky breath but nodded in agreement. This could be everything they've been searching for or it could be one more lost cause. Rainbrook transported them and Cuyler stumbled a bit. That whole transporting thing was not his favourite means of travel. He looked over at Rainbrook. 
[color=pink]"Hvorfor gjorde du det? Er du ikke bekymret for sykdommen?"[/color] Cuyler asked their companion in hushed tones. There were a lot of people in the room they were now in, not that there wasn't enough space but Cuyler was suddenly unsure of his presence here. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color]Palace - The Long Walk ----> Second Bedroom, Third Corridor Off the Long Walk
Skills: [/center][hr]

Titan gathered up Myrus and they were starting to move along the corridor when a girl came racing out to gather up the niffler that was trying hard to go after Skaoi. Amarantha shifted and moved in front of both Luna and Valda. Luna however, bent down to scoop up the coins. This gave time for Amarantha to look the girl up and down and commit her image to memory. 
[color=#006400]”Watch yourself,”[/color] she told the girl. Amarantha hardly cared what or who she was. She only cared about the proximity of her to her friend and Queen. She guided Luna and Valda away so they could continue walking.
Amarantha stuck with Queen Valda while they walked along the long walk. The cold treatment she was giving Lyra was anything but surprising. Valda was a rather unstable Queen but she was thrown into this, she was trying to establish herself but Amarantha also saw that shouldn’t be the type you would want to cross. The latest use of [b]Magyk[/b] though would be the test to see how long their Queen could last. Amarantha didn’t like fighting an invisible enemy. 
Speaking of invisible. As the group walked along the corridor to Luna’s bedroom, a few ghosts [b]Appeared[/b] to them. Amarantha tensed up and looked straight ahead as she hurried forward, passing both royals and entered the bedroom right behind Titan and Tristan as they awkwardly carried Myrus inside. Amarantha and ghosts, didn’t agree. She had a troubling time with them, one in particular and she just wrote every single one of them off. She feared the lot of them. 
Titan laid Myrus on the bed and backed off, moving to stand outside the door and keep guard over the group inside. He looked left and then right, listening for any footsteps in the hallway and blocking out the conversation behind the door he stood in front of. He had to remain well on guard with so many royals in one place. They had one assassination attempt today, they did not need another. With the wedding still to come this evening, it was going to be a rather long day for all in the Palace Guard and Young Army. 

[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]Port Witch Coven House -- Upstairs/Malekith's Bedroom
Skills: Aura Sensing[/center][hr]

Ahote continued to get this crawling feeling up his spine. He was getting the strange combination of hot and cold sensations sweeping through his body while he stood in the room with the others and the ghost of Nera Hawthorn. Her aura was one of conflict. There was a bright yellow but a mix of another that simply showed more of her loneliness and spitefulness. He was intrigued by this ghost, but he still didn’t want to upset her. The aura in the room alone was one to push him over the edge. The room they stood in did not belong to the ghost before him but to another depraved soul. The darkness made him wonder how many more ghosts had perished in the room and if Nera fell to that soul's hands. He was sure this was what was causing his temperature fluctuations. He shifted his weight, his other senses starting to fire as he worked to keep himself relaxed and present within the room. 
Ahote looked over at Minerva, suddenly confused by her. She was looking for something, this stone. She was hiding her intentions for it. Ahote wasn’t exactly sure she could be trusted, that he should even remain in this room. What could this stone do and why did she covet it so much?