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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/2UzgjvvWwnhDRooZ0y/giphy.gif[/img][center][I][h3][color=4169E1]But who says soft can't be strong?
[/color][/h3][/I][color=4169E1]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Infirmary 
[b][color=4169E1]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception[/center][hr]
	There was a tenderness to Lyra's blue-green eyes that belied the fierceness she held at her core. One could say she was in a constant state of flux, or she was two sides of the same coin. Whatever you wished to describe that she was both soft and strong, individually and simultaneously. It was indeed an odd paradox. 

	There was a slight furrow in her brows, and the corners of her lips tugged down into a frown as she was crouched over one patient. She tenderly dabbed sweat away from the person's brows with a cloth. [color=4169E1]"May the gods be with you,"[/color] she murmured. She slowly rose back up onto her feet, her gaze flitting from patient to patient. She wasn't a [b]Phsyik[/b] but even she could tell that they were are all in horrid condition. They were in pain, and they were [I]dying[/I]. And it truly broke her heart. She felt powerless against this [b]Sickenesse[/b], and she had a feeling that Skaoi felt more or less the same way. 

	[color=4169E1]"It's sucking the life out of them,"[/color] she remarked in hushed tones as she walked over to the [b]Physik[/b] woman. She doubted the patients would be able to hear her even if she hadn't lowered her voice, as they were too out of it, but nevertheless, she felt that it was the more considerate thing to do. [color=4169E1]"This [b]Sickenesse[/b]. It seems as if it has a life of its own, as if it's consuming them--[I]like a parasite[/I]."[/color] 
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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 - His Bedroom ⇢ Third Corridor off the Long Walk
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	Tristan stood before the mirror, tugging at his nicer clothing and readjusting his crown with some scrutiny. He honestly wasn't so sure he even wanted to go to the wedding anymore. He had originally intended to accompany Princess Luna, as her plus one so to speak. However, with recent circumstances, he doubted she would be ready to face him again just yet, if it all. Besides, he wasn't really in a party mood right then... 

	He shook his head. [color=6A5ACD]"Enough of that,"[/color] he chided himself. [color=6A5ACD]"There's too much at stake here to simply let her slip through my fingers. I guess--I'll just have to be--persistent."[/color] [I]Yeah, that sounded convincing.[/I] He rolled his eyes and gave himself one last look over in the mirror before leaving his bedroom. He glanced up and down the corridor with a small sigh, wondering where Princess Luna had gone off to. She obviously wouldn't be in her bedroom, seeing as it had been completely soaked through. Maybe she was outside getting some fresh air? [I]Maybe.[/I]