[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location: Asgard[/color] 
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It had only been a week since Cuyler joined his mother and extended family on Asgard but what a week it had been. From combat training to enhancing his knowledge about the faith he grew up with and his new abilities, Cuyler’s mind was like a sponge for information. He was drained and exhausted by the end of every day but he was up before their version of dawn, ready to train more with his mother or whoever else she brought with them that day. 
Today was no different but it was cut short, much to Cuyler’s disappointment but there was to be a wedding today! A redo of his old friend Myth’s and his new friend Bruce. Gods. That was another thing Cuyler couldn’t seem to get over. He was walking with legends. Gods he had learned about through stories and charting them in the stars. He thought he would have to end up in Valhalla in order to see any of them one day but here they all were!
With all this [b]Magyk[/b] and knowledge Cuyler was learning, he did wish he had someone to share it with. Of course there was Arnora. The two of them had become fast friends in this past week, both learning things at an accelerated curve and Cuyler appreciated the challenge Arnora provided. Since she already knew of her powers and had a much better understanding of them then Cuyler did of his own. Still, there were nights were Cuyler couldn’t get to sleep because he felt an emptiness and a longing. He would often replay the last words he spoke to Arya and wish to return to her but him being here was for the best. They were of two different worlds now and Cuyler thought he belonged here on Asgard. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:The Palace Barracks[/color]
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The last week had been, well it had been more of a month within a week. A botched wedding, the wicked Witch of the West was back, Amarantha’s brief bomb’s specialist was now gone, Valda was still ruling how she wanted, Luna was still hearing voices and Myrus was suddenly on top of things. Oh! And the [b]ExtraOrdinary[/b] Wizard was dead; however, the former one did come back to fill in temporarily. Not to mention all these new people Amarantha had to train in a hurry. It would be so much easier to fight fire with fire but the commander’s resources were limited. 
It was supper time across the Castle though and Amarantha was taking a selfish moment away from her important duties to play devoted Auntie. She bounced baby Dawn around, swinging her up and down and made all manner of cooing noises in order to get the little angel to giggle, even if it was just once. It was amazing how such a small, innocent young thing could take so much turmoil away. Amarantha sat on the floor, placing Dawn down as well and watched her attempt to crawl and pick things up. 
In the distance you could hear the distant clang of metal as training continued on. Supper was not enjoyed by everyone at once by the Palace Guard. No, they were on constant rotation. Amarantha tried to give everyone ample time for rest and relaxation since there was no immediate threat but there was a permanent anvil swinging over all of their heads. It had no specific name, it changed with the tide in this place but it was always there. Amarantha was the only one who was running herself ragged trying to plan options A through Z in order to keep her people safe. 
[color=#006400]”I wouldn’t mind a miracle right about now. You wouldn’t happen to have any untapped, omnipotent power would you?”[/color] Her question was directed at the five month old baby crawling around but she wouldn’t mind if a ghost [b]Appeared[/b] to her or some other person with unlimited knowledge.  

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: The Palace -- Dining Hall[/color]
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Ahote sat at the table with the rest of the royals, rather enjoying the shared meal time they all had. In a weird way, Ahote thought they had all become some little messed up family. He smiled at Myrus before he picked up his glass of ale, drinking half of the contents before he set the mug back down and resumed his eating. He listened to the idle chatter of the family and the scratching of quill on paper as Princess Luna wrote. He oftened wondered what she wrote about so feverently but he didn’t ask questions. His main concern was the Prince and he remained focused on him. 
Myrus spoke up and drew Ahote’s attention. Conversation most often shifted to the topic of Fleur these days. Myrus had been nearly obsessing over her but with the amount of fear this one person, witch as they called her, brought to the whole family, Ahote guessed it was warranted. The Prince’s tutor remained silent as the Princess asked what the Prince’s ideas were; however, Ahote was looking to the Queen, waiting for her reply.