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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/f8hbvA0R37DkQ/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=4169E1]Some women are lost in the fire.
Some women are built from it.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=4169E1]- [I]Michelle K.[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Third Corridor off the Long Walk
[b][color=4169E1]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception[/center][hr]
	Lyra's gaze gravitated over to Rainbrook as she caught the Ordinary Wizard's anxiety ridden movement out of the corner of her eye. Her pale brows drew together slightly and with it some of the intensity of her composure dissipated. She started to take a step towards the man when a ghost suddenly [b]Appeared[/b], stopping her in her tracks. She eyed the ghostly figure carefully but was ultimately unable to decipher anything beyond her general appearance and the unnerving nature of her gaze and smile.  

	She stepped around the ghost of Sabelina the Wise, her gaze never leaving the woman. She then hesitantly turned her attention back to Rainbrook, making easy strides over to the wizard. She let a small huff when she heard the door to Luna's bedroom open and the voice of Amarantha call out to her. She closed her eyes and took in a calming breath, before turning on her heels to face the woman. Her brows shot up at seeing the woman's soaking wet clothes. Her gaze then wandered past her to see the water soaked room. She arched her brow, but she didn't voice the questions that were clear on her features.

	[color=4169E1]"Yes, of course,"[/color] Lyra replied simply, giving a nod of her head. Her eyes narrowed marginally when Amarantha flashed her a smile. The woman was surely finding her demotion from the Queen's guard to a mere servant highly amusing. She was half-tempted right then to give the woman a gesture that would be deemed as highly unladylike. However, she quickly squelched that urge in favor of simply walking away to do the task that was requested of her. She made her way down the corridor, pausing for a brief moment by the still pacing Rainbrook. 

	[color=4169E1]"Sir, if there is any way I can be of assistance to you, please let me know. I have a few things I would need to do beforehand. We can walk and talk?"[/color] she offered, gesturing down the corridor. She waited a moment for his response before eventually going about her tasks.  
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[/color][/h3][/I][color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Luna's Bedroom ⇢ His Bedroom
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	Tristan's gaze shot back over to Luna at her outburst about wanting everyone to leave her room. He started to rise from his seat but paused when he heard his name in the mix of those who could stay. He slowly sat back down, eyeing Luna. He was curious as to what exactly she was wanting to tell them and why she wanted him, a practical stranger, privy to it. After all, it was clearly personal if her reluctance was any indication. His gaze flitted back over to the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard as everyone's attention seemed to turn to her, and for good reason considering she had just passed out totally out of the blue.

	He leaned forward in his seat, watching as the woman was tended to. Fortunately, it didn't take too long before Arya came to again. Glancing over at Amarantha, he nodded his head in agreement. He wouldn't mind changing into some dry clothes too. Water dribbled off of him as he stood up and looked around at the waterlogged room. The corners of his lips pulled up into an amused smile. One had to admit that it had been kind of comical though. His smile quickly faded as his gaze landed back on Arya. That part certainly wasn't comical.

	He turned his attention back to Luna as she addressed room, apparently just wanting to get the discussion said and done sooner rather than later. The corner of his lips twitched as she spoke about mental illnesses running in the family. His lips parted as she explained her current predicament. He didn't know what to say. He felt a sudden weight pressing down on his chest at this new revelation. Questions stirred inside his mind but none that he could form into audible words. What did this mean for their arranged marriage? Would his parents still want him to marry her? He would assume so since the Land of Long Nights needed the Castle's resources. But what would they think or do if they knew about this? So many questions and so little answers. He let out a shaky breath.

	He didn't go after her when she left. She wanted her alone time, and he honestly still needed time to process all of this. He stared at the ground for a moment, before shaking his head and leaving the room without another word. He headed next door to his bedroom, stripping of his wet clothes once he was behind closed doors. He changed into something warm and dry before flopping onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought over everything.