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[color=9e0b0f]Time:[/color] [color=silver]Dusk[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]Location:[/color] [color=silver]Off the coast of Yenworth[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]Interactions:[/color] [color=silver]Vrexen and Astra [@FunnyGuy][/color]
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Still a bit confused, Myra watched as Traven steered the boat towards north and began exchanging heated words with Astra and Vrexen.K eeping the hostile posture as she looked at Traven, Myra was ready to pounce on him and rip his throat if he dared to raise his hand towards Vrexen or Astra. The impasse lasted only for a few moments though. The moment Traven interrupted Vrexen, he suddenly grabbed Traven's head with his claws, in a similar manner he did to her earlier, something that didn't bring pleasant memories to Myra and reminded him of be careful around him. 

As Vrexen continued to tighten his grasp, blood dripped from Traven's head as he let go of the reins, not being able to do anything against Vrexen's strength. After ordering Astra to take care of the boat, Vrexen tossed Traven violently into the ground, next to Myra, saying she could do whatever she wanted with him.

Looking at the weakened man in front of her, Myra considered her options for a few moments. While normally she wouldn't refuse something to eat, the meat she ate earlier on the docks was... strangely fulfilling. Somehow it was different from the meat Myra hunted in the woods. She wasn't able to say exactly how or why it was different but she felt as if it satisfied her in a different manner. Since she was not really hungry, nor she wanted to keep someone who was hostile towards them in the boat with them, Myra simply pushed Traven's unconscious border over the edge of the boat with her tail without hesitating or caring if he would survive or not.

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[color=gray]Time:[/color] [color=silver]Dusk[/color]
[color=gray]Location:[/color] [color=silver][b]Carriage in the woods[/b][/color]
[color=gray]Interactions:[/color] [color=silver] Rosaria [@Potter] [/color], [color=silver] Jomari [@baraquiel], Caelan [@Alivefalling], Sophie [@princess], Aurora [@chrysocoma][/color]
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Nuallán was very grateful for Aurora's presence and help to calm down the humans. The encounter with the Vuothoran and what happened afterwards was incredibly impactful and a rude awakening to the humans regarding the danger they would face, making some of them lash out, especially Jomari, who did so after a physiological reaction to what he saw the Vuothoran doing with the elves. While the atmosphere was far from tranquil and good, it was thanks to Aurora's mental fortitude and her magic that the situation didn't become worse.

While the humans sat down to recover from the shock and relax, Nuallán couldn't help but observe how intriguing the human race were. They had such a huge potential, but were so incredibly fragile at the same time... Even manner how they comforted each other, seeking strength in one another even though they didn't really know themselves that well, that spirit of cooperation that seemed to be so natural to them was unique to them. While other races such as elves would consider such creatures inferior and weak, their potential to do great things shouldn't be underestimated. 

The group was allowed a brief moment of respite to rest, feed themselves and regain their composure. While the humans sought strength and support in one another, Nuallán, who was watching over the group and their surroundings as a silent guardian, couldn't help but to notice how the entire situation, both regarding the humans, the war, all the expectations that were being placed upon her and now, the sacrifices that were made so they could run away were taking their toll on Rosaria. Despite her silence, despite how strong she made herself appear, Nuallán knew how she really felt. He felt his heart tighten as she looked to Rosaria, knowing that no matter how much he wanted to, he could do nothing more than to be there for her and help her to shoulder the burdens she was fated to carry. Both due to his job as her butler and someone who cared about her.

It was already dusk when the group began to move again. Fortunately, they were able to find a carriage in the middle of the road that cut through the woods. The driver, after hearing from Rosaria and after she made sure he wasn't a threat, agreed to take them to Myriamor, which would be their next stop. Upon his Lady's request, Nuallán sat just besides Jomari, to keep a close eye on him as Rosaria herself took a seat directly across the carriage, facing Jomari as she asked the humans in general if they were fine and asking them to talk a bit about themselves. While most couldn't tell, Nuallán could clearly see how tense his Lady was, a sight that once again, made his heart tighten for the weight of the burden she was forced to carry.