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Avalia

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Aurora enjoyed the light breakfast, using her cutlery and other such utensils with graceful gestures that paralleled that of a creature with his eye sight. Her senses told her to ignore the small-winged one. Romance was such a monster at times. It was much like the tongue, such a small but powerful thing. When the two combined, she would rather not listen. However, the small creature came and began entertaining her intoxicated self with her hair.

”…” Aurora has nothing to say as she allowed the movement to hum through her hair. The tipsy sounds were pleasant in their own right. Unfortunately, there was little Aurora felt she could do to truly dissuade the pixie from minding herself so selfishly. Her endeavors appeared so remote and distracted by the liquor that Aurora found perhaps the little one would be more secure in her strands of hair.”You are causing quite a sensation, my little dear one,” she smiled sweetly. The knit in her brows loosened, and a gentle look softened her usual face of concern. ”I have quite the responsibility, now, do I not? How am I to do anything with you being languid? You ought to hold stronger to your convictions.”

Her head tilted as a small laugh sighed from her. Despite her relaxed disposition, her mind was combing through her dream. It seemed suitable, now that the dream has happened. If not for her father, she wished for Nuállan to be near for some sort of dutiful conversation. Princess Rosaria should have been made aware of her vision, but the light elf has hesitated. Yet, it may very well be nothing but a glimmer of a false reality. She hoped so, if not for herself then for most certainly her loyalties.

The Digital Expanse {Digimon x Megaman RP}

@Digizel, this game is fun. You won’t regret joining.

Avalia

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“Oh, why Princess Rosaria,” Aurora began with a small blush tinting across her pale cheeks, “perhaps something just small and light,” she thought to her diet. It was intricate in its own right and generally leaning toward avoiding animal products. However, she did not wish to inconvenience anyone with her choice of foods. To be inhospitable due to a diet that was only invoked willfully seemed petty and unwise.

Yes, it was her first time leaving the kingdom, and in her own mind, she thought to be a little scared, if her dream meant nothing than that. She could have vouched for nothing to consume. Her father had warned her against letting her stomach rule her thoughts. However, it had been a long journey and only the beginning of the journey. There was also a temptation to let her will become too big and not support her body properly.

There were advisors who had transcended past needing certain stereotypical nourishments to continue a physiological health. Aurora knew she was far from such a state. She was young in her own right and for such a reason, despite her current occupational status, she still had to yield to her own powers or lack thereof. Talented as she was, Aurora was no prodigy, after all.

Upon hearing Nuallán’s thoughtful response, the Elf turned her attention, gently tilting her head. A relaxed expression settled over her face, erasing any blush that had been roused by her discomfort for consumption, "Myriamor seems to be filled with unspoken wisdom. Our journies through the land will be profitable.” Her voice was light and airy as she spoke, not holding too much to her own. Nuallán was a knowledgeable elf. He had much commentary worth obtaining. She felt comforted that he had attended with them, and she thought Jomari might profit from the remedies Myriamor has to offer, despite his opposing attitude. The young man had many worries interwoven into his expressions, and some of them may have been rightfully worn. However, she understood a greater power within him that was being detained by his desires towards being detestable. Still, she made no comment. It was not a necessary thing to make light of.

The Digital Expanse {Digimon x Megaman RP}

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Kudamon narrowed its golden eyes at the Mettaur. The Digimon was too afraid to focus on the black glitch-y creature taking its initial steps closer to the group. Even so, a shiver jingled the talisman on its tail, "Keep your focus, Suzuki-chan!"

Trying to head towards Kudamon's commands, Suzi wearily tried to take her stare from the shadowed Mettaur. Her hand was fiddling with the prayer bracelet as a hypnotic nod silently bowed her chin up-and-down. Her mouth opened to ask a question, first addressing the Digimon by its name, but Kudamon shouted before her:

"Bullet Whirlwind!" The white monster swung its body at the Mettaur, once again. Suzi's fingers left her bracelet, and she covered her eyes with both hands. The Holy Cartridge smashed against the head of the monster, and the Mettaur let out some sort of sound before dissolving into small pixel-like cubes that seemed to evaporate into the atmosphere. Kudamon was already recovered from the attack when Suzi looked, peeping through her fingers. Slowly, she let her hands down, letting them huddle against her chest.

"B-But, Kuda-kudamon, what about..." She found difficulty in finishing her sentence as her eyes trembled at the Mettaurus L. It was already being attacked but showing very little restraint despite its opposition. Her fists clenched together. Suzi felt her toes pressing into the soles of her shoes. Her body was tense, and it seemed the only part of her that was working were her eyes. She wished to cover her vision with her hands again. Instead, she closed her eyes momentarily and drew in a deep breath.

"Suzuki-chan, Kudamon understands that you are afraid," Kudamon's voice tried to hold strong against all the fear he had, "But, you must not lose faith," the Digimon's eyes gleamed and flickered a silent trust between the two of them.

Suzi knew she had it in her. The determination from before was welling up. It had taken two strikes to take down the Mettaur, "We're in this together," she repeated slowly. A sheepish smile etched itself crookedly over her lips, as if holding in a cry.

"Thank you, Suzuki-chan," Kudamon nodded towards the tamer before twirling its body in the air and attacking the Mettaurus L with its Holy Catridge.

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Avalia

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L O C A T I O N : M Y R I A M O R B E D & B R E A K F A S T
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She was enjoying a nice stroll through the town's edge. Her limbs were freely hanging beneath her cloak, and the soft, padded dirt beneath her feet felt soft like feathers. For a brief moment, she pondered this sensation, since she was wearing her shoes. However, the thought fleetingly passed along its way as a distraction deteriorated her concentration. She was now in front of a tree, large like that of a jungle. Her hands could feel the bark's twists and grooves. It was apparent that she was now outside the kingdom, and the dirt felt distinctly different. She thought nothing of her shoes, at this moment. Although, something reminded her of her outfit, and yet, the thought no longer bothered her. For now, a rumbling in the forest echoed through her ears.

A monster.

And, it was coming quickly.

The stomping made it almost impossible for her to understand from which direction it was coming. She thought to run, but before she could make her trail towards safety, a large claw through wind over her head and caused her to fall to the ground. Aurora felt pains slither quickly through her palms. A thick dampness covered them. She swallowed, huddling her body inside itself. She was bleeding, and the rumbling was too terrorizing for her to move. The monster was right over her. Any second now, it would clutch her and devour her.

A last thought told her to remain was silent as possible -- Oh! And the humans. She was supposed to protect them with her own life! But, how could she protect them if she could not even protect herself.

"Aurora!"

The voice echoed through her mind. There was an ominous melody to it, as it surrounded her. The low tone sounded familiar, like the saving grace she had always known her entire childhood. It was the voice of her brother, Rowan.

Somehow, or another her body was moved to safety, but the screaming. She knew that screaming., It was the same screaming the group had heard just the other day echoed through the forest. It echoed through her mind. It was her brother's screaming, now, echoing around the trees and carrying through the air as the monster tore through his body.

Aurora was about to let out a scream, but a soft voice cradled her awake.

The voice was Princess Rosaria.

The advisor let out a sigh. It was soft, inaudible. Her shoulders relaxed. She would have time along the journey to contemplate her dream, but right now, most thankfully, she had a mission to cherish and nurture. There was no time to feel the sorrows and terrors of her brother's death linger alongside her. Her father told her to always be weary of dreams. They were helpers at best and tricksters, misleaders at worst. Falling prey to a dream has lead many elves astray. Still, she found it necessary to contemplate the dream further, even if now was not the time. If not for the time at which it was present, at least for the love of her dearest older brother.

"It smells beautiful in Myriamor," the light elf noted gently. The openness gave the air a freeing scent, and although she could not enjoy the aesthetic splendor that she had read and learned much about, she discovered quite quickly her other senses were able to admire the generous fashion of the land.

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