[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] The Palace -- Second Bedroom, Third Corridor off The Long Walk -- Princess Luna’s Bedroom
Skills: Untapped Water Manipulation[/center][hr]

Rainbrook’s response to Cuyler’s question, made him pause for a moment. [b]Magyk[/b] was just as much a part of Arya as it was to this new wizard he had just met. He fought with himself while he and Arya had their hushed argument. In the end, he handed the amulet over. He didn’t want to see her die, he couldn’t bare it but still she asked. Cuyler wasn’t sure which would be worse. Having to live without her, knowing he didn’t cave to her or living without her, knowing he denied her something that could have made a difference in this moment.
Cuyler stood there in the hallway while Arya walked into the bedroom. He was still tensed with a swirl of emotions from their hushed argument. Cuyler’s eyes didn’t leave the amulet as she walked away from him. He shuffled from foot to foot, needing to be in there but wasn’t sure it was quite his place. He was barely aware of the others anymore. All he had was this strange pull that came from just left of center of his chest to the person who had just walked into the room. 
Rainbrook pulled his attention for a moment. He stared at the apprentice in disbelief. 
[color=pink]”Are you serious!? Now is not the time!”[/color] he yelled at the poor man before he threw open the bedroom door and stalked inside. Cuyler was positively shaking when he walked into the room, seconds before Arya fainted. 
A swell of fear overcame the Northern Trader and he rushed forward but before he could reach her he was grabbed and thrown against the wall. He stood there pinned by a shorter female with eyes that could rival his own. But where Cuyler’s held love and warmth, these held cold and death. He was aware of the womans’ lips moving but all he could hear was a rushing in his ears, like that of being submerged underwater. He looked at Arya, still lying unconscious on the floor and he snapped. He looked back at Amarantha and yelled in rage at her. He went to shove her off of him but hands didn’t meet her chest. 
The water in the air, along with the water in Skaoi’s bowl, seemed to be drawn to one place. The rushing water sound increased in Cuyler’s ears but he hardly noticed until he attempted to shove Amarantha off of him. With the sound of a crashing wave against the hull of a ship, all that gathered water came forth and threw Amarantha back. 
Shock now replaced the anger and fear within Cuyler as he looked from his hands to the person now on the floor. He looked around the rest of the room, seeing that he, yes he, had soaked the entire place. 

[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 -- Second Bedroom, Third Corridor Off the Long Walk
Skills: [/center][hr]

Many things happened in the next few minutes. One of which, Amarantha did not see coming at all. The sunlight flashed across Valda’s rings as she raised her hand and backhanded Lyra. Amarantha’s eyes widened and she snorted before quickly covering her mouth to keep from outright laughing. Gods above that was priceless. How many times had the Hunter wanted to do that but restrained herself because her new position demanded it? When Valda slapped it, it felt like a victory for her as well. There was no remorse on Amarantha’s face as she walked into the bedroom with the Queen. However, she did lean over and whispered to Lyra as she passed. 
[color=#006400]”At least you are working for a healer now, that should help that pretty face of yours,”[/color] she said with a wink. 
Amarantha finally laughed fully before she stepped into the room and kept to the sides of it. She did know how to give privacy, even though she listened to everything but she kept her comments to herself. Besides, she knew every word Luna was about to tell them. They had spent many days speaking of this. 
The door opened and before Amarantha could react, she settled. Finally, the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard decided to make an appearance. Amarantha settled back and pulled out a knife. She picked underneath her fingernails while the others spoke to each other. Make no mistake, even though Amarantha was the epitome of relaxed, she was ready to strike if anything happened. She didn’t spend long in this position though, just as Arya went to examine Myrus, another person walked into the room. Amarantha recognized him as the boy who seemed to be attached to the Wizard these days. She sneered and demanded his presence to be removed as this was a royal, family matter but before she could enforce it, Arya fainted. Honestly, this [b]Sickenesse[/b] was turning into a real nuisance. 
When Cuyler moved to go after Arya, Amarantha moved as well and pinned the tall boy against the wall. She could feel his strength underneath her arm but that didn’t deter her. 
[color=#006400]”This is a matter above you station boy. Leave now before you become unconscious as well.”[/color] She didn’t get to make good on her promise though. Just as Amarantha’s eyes would flash before she fought, so did his but they moved as the waves would, rather than the fire of hers. 
The room seemed to fall silent and then there was a rush and Amarantha was thrown back. She hit the floor hard but sustained no damages other than ruined hair and clothes. She sat there on the floor, completely soaked and instantly miserable. She glared at the boy who stared at his hands like they were a foreign thing. 

[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 Reading[/center][hr]

Ahote eyed the book Grimspound handed over to the ghost. He then looked at the strange man and shook his head. This was far from a friendly visit and yet Arnora and Grimspound were trying their best to be guests, rather than scavengers like Minerva. This whole thing still rubbed him the wrong way. 
He looked back to the ghost and listened to her story. Something was, off about it and her aura was the tipping point. While he believed she was murdered, he didn’t believe the rest of her story. She was being dishonest and manipulative. Ahote didn’t agree with why they were here or what Minerva was so desperate to get her hands on but he wouldn’t let his friends be treated in such a way. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Trust and honesty go a long way Nera Hawthorn. You are being dishonest and manipulative with us, for reasons that are your own but I wish for you to stop this.”[/color] He then looked at Minerva. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Desecrating a place of the dead will get you no closer to your goal. No matter who the dead were in life.”[/color]