[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mkFbcLS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/c5i0HyX.png[/img][/center][sub][color=silver]T I M E :[/color]   One Week After Human Arrival
[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Timothy Babadil's Hidden Cottage
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@Conscripts]
T A G S :[/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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[color=silver]	The morning sun peeked through the windows of Timothy Babadil's cottage. It was warm and welcoming, a portal into another world, not haunted by Dark Elves and other menacing evils.The rays welcomed Aurora from her long slumber. First, brushing her eyes and then kissing her cheeks, which were no longer flushed with a fever of pain. The magic Timothy had crafted was now drifting onto other things, as Aurora no longer needed its works.

As her eyes opened, the sleepy mist of magic lifted. For a brief moment, she stared at the ceiling, gently turning her head and looking towards the window. She thought a soft melody was playing, but when she concentrated on the sound, it disappeared. And then, the sharp memory of Vasco's kidnapping twisted in her mind.

[color=white]"Vasco!"[/color] she gasped.

The memory turned more and more like a feeling growing warmer, until she could see from the black abyss a small light growing larger; red, yellow, and blue. A giant flame. As the flame flickered endlessly it began to look like something more. A face but not just a face. It was Vasco's. He was huddled inside something, trapped, and as the vision expanded it became obvious where he was. Voices could be heard and faces matching the voices were seen in the apparition.

She was calling out to him, desperately trying to say something -- anything. However, as she tried to speak, she could not hear herself. Instead, she felt someone's hands grab her, and the dream vanished before her eyes. The silent void returned.

[color=93d8f1] "Aurora!"[/color] Rowan was holding her. [color=93d8f1] "What's wrong?"[/color] She could hear his panting breaths. She could also sense someone else was in the room. A small guiding light shining nearby.

[color=b2beb5]"Woah there, Rowan,"[/color] Another voice suggested with an abundance of cheer.[color=b2beb5]"Grabbing a dame so tightly has never done them too well. Give her space, m'lad."[/color][/color]