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[center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/1s3TdWLTxlDRoofAvF/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] N/A[/center][hr]
	Lyra glanced back over at Skaoi and gave a small nod of her head in understanding. Her blue-green eyes then flitted over to Becky before looking back down at the girl--Navi was her name she now knew--with a smile. However, the smile soon faded at Navi's words. She was a young and impressionable little girl who knew not what she was saying. Or maybe she did? If she was raised up by the Young Army that is, she could very well be the offspring of tragedy. It was truly a sad thought that someone so young could already know just how cruel the world truly was.

	Despite how happy Navi seemed right then as she danced around, Lyra's heart felt a little heavier right then, and no amount of poking and prodding would change that. She lightly shook her head. [color=4169E1]"Navi, death is nothing to aspire to or to celebrate,"[/color] she stated. However, as the girl's next words washed over her, she had to take a pause. What was she? She knew what she was to [I]them[/I], but what was she to [I]herself[/I]? She bit her lip, as she stared off in thought for a moment. Something seemed to flicker through her eyes, before she finally looked down at Navi.

	[color=4169E1]"I'm a warrior,"[/color] she replied resolutely. [color=4169E1]"A warrior with a servant's heart because who says soft can't be strong. Now, come Navi. Let me help you get cleaned up."[/color] 
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you decide to take control of what you do have power 
over instead of craving control over what you don't.
[/color][/h3][/I][color=6A5ACD]- [I]Steve Maraboli[/I][/color][/center]

[/center][hr][center][b][color=6A5ACD]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle - Third Corridor off the Long Walk ⇢ Palace Courtyard 
[b][color=6A5ACD]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
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	Tristan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as the messenger rat scurried off. He hoped he was doing the right thing. Maybe he should have given her more time, but at the same time, he needed her to know sooner rather than later that he was in this for the long haul, regardless of her apparent mental instability. He slowly made his way through the corridor, making a beeline for the nearest exit. 

	Walking out into the Palace courtyard, he took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He looked around at the sights but purposefully avoided the area where he had trained with Fyror and Lyra earlier this morning. The loss of Fyror, his best friend, was still too raw. But, as much as it pained him, he knew that now was not the time for mourning. He would have time for that when his kingdom was not under threat. The question was how long would that be, or was this really just the beginning of the end for the Land of Long Nights?