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[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color]    C A E L A N ,  R O S A R I A ,  S O P H I E ,  N U A L L Á N ,  J O M A R I
T A G S :   [@Potter], [@13org], [@Alivefalling], [@princess], [@baraquiel]
[color=silver]E Q U I P M E N T :[/color]   W A T E R   F L A S K ,  W A Y F I N D E R ,  T R A N S M I S S I O N   B R A C E L E T
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	[color=silver]The humans were very fragile.  She felt a small tug of guilt upon her chest from when Jomari had become upset over her changing. Music was heralded as a therapeutic device, in not just elves but many others creatures, as well. It tugged at her to think she could have made things worse. Her father had taught her this, many times. However, she felt responsible for not administering a universal medicine properly. It was her inexperience, and in her inexperience, she became aware on the carrier was leading her down a narrow alley of darkness. Her age was showing in her conscious. 

	Aurora’s fingers were intertwined together, as she sat longingly on the carrier. Her blind gaze fixated on her inward world, a universe she desired much more than the outside beauties, which tried to taunt her — more so as a child than now. Her hair was modestly pushed under he snow white  cloak, and the movement swayed her vestment carefully. She had little words for the humans, at the moment. Their temperaments had a power she desired not to touch. It seemed best if the other elves dwelt in conversation with them as she merely observed from her spiritual point. Becoming too attached now would leave her vulnerable towards a peaceful alignment.

 	A small smile perched on her lips. It had been an eventful handful of hours. They came and went so quickly, yet their memories were seen quite boldly on the tapestry of the humans’ minds. She wondered how finely they were embroidered. What details would show when the tapestries were finished? They were such delicate creatures, and yet… she dared not finish this thought. It was too impatient to force its finality, much as the Dark Elves delighted. Patience was ultimately what Aurora needed to remeasure within herself. Time was not on their side, and many quickenings were needed. However, there was no use in impatience. On the spiritual level, all was bound to play itself the correct note within the timeframe that the current situation was singing.[/color]