[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
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Cuyler was still in a state of shock. His hands shook with fear as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. The realization that there were people talking flooded his mind as the sound of being submerged cleared. He flinched a bit from the harshness of some of the comments and the yelling of some healer Cuyler imagined, who was kneeling beside Arya. Arya. He noted her soaked clothes and ran to her side. The healer was instructing to strip Arya but he would do no such thing in front of all these people. 
Arya was just coming to when Cuyler bent down and his hands fluttered over her. 
[color=pink]”Arya, I’m so sorry… I don’t… I don’t know what happened. I was just… trying to get to you and then….”[/color] He stared down on his hands, willing them to yield an answer but none came. He didn’t even hear the messenger rat as he looked around at the others still soaked and dripping water onto the floor. 
Cuyler looked around the room, trying to find something dry to give Arya but he seemed to be the only dry one in the room. He looked back at Arya, water and fear still in his eyes. 

[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]

Amarantha pulled herself to her feet, shaking the water off her arms and wrung out her hair. She would need to change before the wedding but at least she had the awful smell of sick off her now. She surveyed the dampened room, seeing the bed Mryus was laying on was positively soaked. With Luna’s outburst of demanding everyone out of her room except a select few, Amarantha being one which she was pleased with, she took a step forward and placed a hand on her arm. 
[color=#006400]”I believe we all should move to a drier room. Mryus’s clothes will need to be changed as well. Unless someone has some untapped fire power they are hiding as well?”[/color] She asked, addressing the whole room with this. It seemed the boy who had unleashed all the water, didn’t realize he could do such a thing. How many more people were going to develop a enhanced ability while Amarantha was there? 
Luna responded but not with what she was expecting. She noted her friend’s far away eyes and knew those words were meant for the thing inside her head and not the Hunter herself. 
[color=#006400]”Luna, remember your head,”[/color] she quietly urged her friend before she looked at everyone else. 
Amarantha moved from Luna’s side and opened up the door. 
[color=#006400]”Titan your assist is needed. Servant, assistance to Skaoi. Your services are suddenly needed. We need fresh clothes for the Prince and something for the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. Also start a fire in another room, that would be lovely,”[/color] she said with a flashing smile to Lyra before she turned back into the room. She left the door opened and walked over to the Queen and [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard. 
[color=#006400]”Let’s move somewhere warmer.”[/color]

[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; Enhanced Condition (senses: hearing)[/center][hr]

Ahote was slightly worried that he had offended this ghost but she still seemed calm enough. Arnora seemed to believe him, Minerva hadn’t changed her position at all and Grimspound…. Well, his pulse had increased significantly and Ahote frowned. Now was hardly the time to side with another pretty face. Especially a dead one. 
Ahote grew agitated and shifted a bit, looking around him again. Minerva continued to threaten burning down the house and Ahote wasn’t sure the people in this house, dead or not, would appreciate such things being said about their final resting place. He couldn’t see through any change of the house though. It still had the despair of the lost souls and specific depraved soul that this room held. He looked back at Nera as she floated above the ground, almost looking bored with them still there. Her mention of needing to work for what they wanted didn’t sit well with him. Not that he didn’t value hard work but he believed her hard work would consist of someone dying. Of them getting revenge for her before Minerva got her answer. Ahote wanted no part of that mission. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Perhaps we should try and get our answers somewhere else,”[/color] he said and looked at Minerva.