T I M E : 9 : 0 0 A M → A M 1 0 : 0 0 A M
L O C A T I O N : H A L L O F T H E C A S T L E , S U N E L F K I N G D O M → O D D S A N D E N D S
I N T E R A C T I O N S : R O S A R I A
T A G S : @Potter, @13org, @Alivefalling, @princess, @baraquiel
E Q U I P M E N T : 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
The jingle of earrings whispered gently by Aurora's ears as she stood in the corridor of the Castle. A faint scent of floral herbs flourished around her as she listened to the spectacle. Her hands were clasped in front of her and resting on her white tunic. The Kingdom had waited a long time for this moment, and yet it seemed contrived or forced under pressure. Nonetheless, Aurora was sure it was was for the best according to the current light of events.
Her pose was still as the ceremony of events unfolded. Humans were summoned from their world. There was an entropic uncertainty with the magic and outcomes, and Aurora held close to herself, piously enduring all of her thoughts for the goodness of the ritual. She always wished the best for the Sun Kingdom, and this morning’s spectacle was nothing shy of her prayers.
They continued as the event began weaving its powers in the midst of a light magic, which had not been used in far too long. However, as the curls of light stitched their seams of might, something begrudged interrupted the euphemic sounds that Aurora was enjoying. A couple rude vocals of creatures not from Avalia began rudely complaining.
A small squabble ensued to hush the unknowing participants. It appeared somethings never changed in the human world. Their light pessimism could carry through many portals at the speed of sound. It could pierce through the hearts of well trained elves. If such negativity could pester the tail feathers of the Sun Kingdom so easily, it was no wonder what power their light magic held, as long as it did not fall into the wrong hands.
Such a thought should not have crossed Aurora’s mind, and she felt a regret for allowing her mind to slip into such an enemy territory. Her father has told her to keep an eye on the serpent and an eye on the dove, and for this, she forgave herself.
There was no time to be hard on herself. If she were hard on herself, how then would she respond to others around her? She was embarrassed to believe she could act in any unmerciful way to another creature. The humans were unsettled and displaced. Their comfort was compromised. There was a trail of ideas and thoughts that could very well be plaguing them. Their physicality will be pushed by the sudden shift in dimensions, and their lack of patience needed minding.
“Princess Rosaria!” Her nimble voice called into an airy field of suggestion, “With your blessing, I ask for permission to accompany you,” her feet took several steps forward, as her blind eyes looked onward, passed the creatures she had her attention directed to. Her white gaze seemed to look beyond the physical nature and into the mana that was surmounting in their very natures. And soon, the elf was following the group outside the castle towards Odds and Ends.