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    [color=silver]Her milky eyes glazed over the auras of Caelan and Sophie. She pained for them, with a subtle downwards turn of her lips. She could see their flickering spirits, wavering with a despairing anxiety. She said nothing to them as she looked towards Slick. Her hand tightened around his dark hand as she followed him through the water.

    The glistening sensation was still relaxing, and she wished they could have remained longer. With her spare hand, Aurora glided the tips of her fingers against the surface of the water. The cool feeling tickled her skin and then vanished as she rose from the pool. 

    [color=white] “Slick is unerring. Forgive me,”[/color] she welcomed the correction and pushed the bad dream from her mind. She was acting paranoid and needed to refrain from an over-reaction on her part. The group needed her to be steady. She eased her own spirit by minding her father’s words of wisdom [color=white] “It is wise if we dry ourselves and make haste to the blacksmith, as Slick has suggested.”[/color] 

    Her blind eyes closed as she drew in a breath. The poor souls needed some sort of comforting. She would have enjoyed singing an enchanting song aboutSolaris and Lunathea, but in such an atmosphere, it would only draw unwanted attention. She let her hand relax from Slick’s strength. Her eyes opened, and again, her clouded vision gazed at the dark cowboy. The same worried frown was sketched over her face, but quickly it redrew itself into a weary smile. [color=white] “After we go to the blacksmith,”[/color] she paused and looked towards Calaen and Sophie, [color=white] “we should replenish ourselves by getting something tasty to eat. Maybe a dessert to cheer our spirits...”[/color] the elf paused again, and her smile brightened against the dark mood, [color=white]“The blacksmith’s will be an equally fun adventure, as well, I must confess.”[/color]

    Aurora had never used a weapon before, but she understood the novelty of picking a weapon and armor. The first always cradles a special memory within its owner’s heart. She was looking forward to hearing what the humans chose. As with her brother and other creatures, she could feel how their personalities would resonate with their selections, as some honorary extension of their inner spirits.

    [color=white]“How does that sound?”[/color] Her hands clasped together in hope and studied the lights emitting from Caelan and Sophie.  They were so precious and fragile, and their coming to this truth was not the gentlest of awakenings. As much as she wished to soften their journey, she believed in the strength of the humans.[/color]