[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6xwhnyhtt/8feea9672d571d4eceb088fcf045e88c.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/QdScvwrm/Good-Obese-Dartfrog-size-restricted.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ed145b][b]Asgard: May 11th, 12,508 - 7:45 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	As Arnora would glance to her left, she would just see a small snow flurry. Her mother had the ability to turn herself into snow carried by the wind and it seemed that Skadi had only really intended to stick around for the ceremony. The goddess spent a majority of her time up in the mountains - a banquet hall hardly qualified as one. And as tended to be the case for gods and their mortal children, Skadi didn't feel the need to say farewell to her daughter. Contact was limited and Cuyler's case was extremely unusual, with him being brought to Asgard. If his mother was not the All-Mother and current Queen of Asgard, it may not have been allowed. 

	Runa giggled slightly at Myth's declaration that with more women, they could overpower the men. It reminded her for a moment of a rather small person who had once declared her to be a man-hater. [color=#a81a75]"Whatever you need, Myth, you need not but ask,"[/color] she told her daughter-in-law, pleased that the ceremony had gone off without a hitch. She was unaware of Loki's presence during the proceedings, and no one who had seen the Father of Lies - her uncle - had informed her. [color=#a81a75]"Now please, come and eat - you need to keep your strength up,"[/color] she said, to both her son and Myth. 

	[color=#a81a75]"And yes, Bruce, I have met your sisters,"[/color] Runa rolled her eyes at her son. [color=#a81a75]"I [i]did[/i] birth them, after all."[/color][hr][center][h3][color=ed145b][b]The Castle: May 11th, 12,508 - 6:45 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@KazAlkemi][@eclecticwitch]: At the Palace barracks... 

	Baby Dawn giggled, enjoying the toy that Mona had prepared for her. The baby then got a funny look on her face - this usually meant she either was about to soil herself or something - and she let out a sneeze. Instead of just spraying boogers and the like everywhere, the baby girl giggled [i][b]as the rattle burst into flames at the end[/b][/i]. Fortunately, Mona would be able to drop it in time before she herself got burned or anything like that.

	Apollodora smirked slightly, more interested in the baby than what Amarantha was saying about Fleur. "Is that Dawn?" she asked, chuckling a bit. She then returned her attention to Amarantha. "Fleur, the Witch Messiah? Where's the fun in me telling you all of the answers?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Though truthfully, I don't know. How much do you know of events that happened before your birth? It wasn't really the sort of thing my father spoke to me about... Of course, not that I speak to my parents often. I'm the black sheep of the family." 

[@FantasyChic]: Over in the Badlands, far from the Castle itself.... 

	Acantha stared at Fleur, before she nodded wordlessly for a moment. The images had impacted her psyche far more than she would ever care to admit. If Lady Luck smiled on her, then her grandmother would kill Fleur. She took another breath before her blue eyes darted towards the horizon. This wasn't the type of place to train to fight her grandmother in. "If you are going to defeat her, you need to train on a mountain - you won't be fighting her in the Badlands," Acantha explained to the Witch Messiah. 

	There was a mountain a few days journey to the west of where the witches lived in the Badlands. It was called the Devil's Sword. People were said to go mad there, turning on their friends and sacrificing them for nothing more than a trinket. "You know the mountain you must train on," Acantha then wagered, looking at Fleur. "We can head there once you are ready. I will train you there - it will take over a month, so you'll want to prepare for an extended absence."[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://img-ovh-cloud.zszywka.pl/0/0058/5908-alexander-vlahos--mordred.gif[/img][hr][color=ff0000][b]Location:[/b][/color] the Palace - Dining Hall
[color=ff0000][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[hr][hr][/center]	Myrus nodded slightly at Luna's idea. Maybe it had something to do with his room - but wouldn't he have found something by then? He had lived in that room practically his entire life and he had spent a lot of time with the ring in there, if there was something that it opened or unlocked... Why hadn't he already stumbled upon it? It didn't make much sense to Myrus and he bit his lip slightly. He was hopeful that the ring would have something that would help protect his sisters - but if it didn't, then he'd have the Palace booby trapped for Fleur just in case. 

	[color=ff0000]"The Chief Scribe is a bit weird... But they can probably help,"[/color] Myrus agreed. He figured it had a better shot of working than just going around the house pointing the ring at doors, given the massive size of the Palace. Perhaps the Manuscriptorium would give them some sort of starting point, in order to be able to find out what the ring does more quickly. He didn't see any problem with bringing the odd ring to them. Valda was the Queen - they wouldn't do anything bad that could get her hurt in his mind. Myrus finished his plate of food, before taking the ring back and slipping it onto his finger. His hands were steady, a dramatic improvement over his earlier state. 

	[color=ff0000]"...Should we head there tomorrow?"[/color] he suggested, since it was getting late in the evening.