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Aurora Kinski

"A touch from your real love Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil."

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a character in “Aes SΓ­dhe”, as played by ᏝᏋαŽ₯Ꮧ

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β—’β—’ n a m e : xxxaurora kinski

β—’β—’ a l i a s : xxsunseekerxxxviennaxxxThe Inspiration

β—’β—’ h u m a nxxn a m e : xxxbriar costa

β—’β—’ a g e : xxxtwo hundred thirty-six

β—’β—’ s e x u a l i t y : xxxheterosexual

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β—’β—’ r o l e : xxxseekerxxxmedic

β—’β—’ o c c u p a t i o n : xxxcourt medic

β—’β—’ p r i m a r yxxp o w e r : xxxhealing

β—’β—’ s e c o n d a r yxxp o w e r : xxxlight

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D a i s y xxx fresh five-foot girl, with the slight feline outline of a cheekbone and the slenderness of downy limbs, has river blue eyes; celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements and endlessness. Her eyes are like the starlight on a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, holding a secret. Her thick head of hair is a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, like peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. With tiny filamentous wings glistening the colours of citrons, oranges and greens -- She's curtained in basking sunshine.


D a i n t y xxx and startlingly lovely, she looks like a figurine carved out of fine French soap, into which someone had inlaid a pair of glittering peacock-blue eyes. But it was the tiny pink pillow of her mouth that makes the girl more than simply pretty. When the cool winter winds harshly strike her rosy cheeks, she envies some warmth under her bony papery skin. Yet, her freckled complexion has seen sunnier days. Florid cheeks and flawlessly sculpted lips, as if crafted by angels themselves; glisten with cherry lip balm that added further rosy color. All these features set together on a delicate face.


H e r xxx human features hardly differ. Perhaps some would find her mild manners bland, yet they can be like salve on the soul to a few. The large liquid blue eyes still held an intelligence which she continues to hold a beauty that is the flower speckled with dew in the thin light of dawn.




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A u r o r a xxx holds a fire in her belly that can't be put out, with a lightness on her tongue that could easily swallow the fact she was made with heavy half blade and half silk. Though too kind leads her to be too naive. The naive easily forgive and forget, which she is victim to. She's like a chemical buffer, staying in equilibrium seemingly without effort. In all the storms of life, big and small, she can show absolute stability, no change at all for the casual observer. But then all at once she'll become overwhelmed and the shutters come down. Aurora had always been a hurricane; from the time of her birth until she left home she was the eye of her own mental storm. The person Aurora is depended on who she was talking to and what she wanted. She could be everything from bad-ass to vulnerable, albeit with a new story of each new situation.



W h e n xxx your world explodes from the inside Aurora will be next to you. She feels the shockwave and stays on her feet. Whatever she had to do disappears and as she refocuses on what needs to be done. She'll cover every angle and stay right there until you can breathe, walk and talk at the same time. Then she stands back and lets you get back on with your life, never mentioning your crisis again and not wanting to discuss it further. Once the storm has passed her tolerance for backward steps is al but non-existent. Her shoulder is only for crying on when you can't stand alone, after that she expects you build inner strength, resilience. Aurora is the girl that works hard and bottles up her own stress so she doesn't take it out on others. But don't expect flowers or valentines, gifts at Christmas or impulsive vacation purchases; commercialism leaves her cold. Her relationship β€œcurrency” is hugs, careful words and thoughtful deeds.



H e r xxx smile is one a child uses when greeting mum's dinner party guests, not scared but not relaxed enough for a genuine smile. She walks with stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet, cautiously and carefully. No doubtingly shy, she looks as fragile as the glass ballerina that sits on your dresser. She isn't an introvert where you feel power being alone. No, that's not it, she wants to be around people, but just doesn't know a way to connect with others.


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summer days xxx green tea xxx animals xxx old books xxx cinema xxx history xxx baggy clothing xxx lavender candles xxx soup xxx indie music xxx writing poetry xxx blankets. lots of them xxx plants xxx the colour orange xxx theatre xxx science xxx swimming xxx romance novels xxx likes xxx antique furniture xxx gardening xxx archery xxx coffee shops xxx art xxx



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people who don't like animals xxx mashed potatoes xxx board games xxx cool weather xxx loud thunderstorms xxx meat xxx cinnamon xxx the snow xxx socks xxx flowers kept in home xxx makeup xxx documentaries xxx dresses/skirts xxx cold food xxx horror books xxx stupidity xxx jewelry xxx heights xxx traffic xxx obnoxious people xxx sugary foods xxx working out xxx bugs xxx being confronted xxx




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S w e e t - T a l k ; xxx Through her shy and almost childish nature, Aurora has the natural ability to insincerely praise someone in order to persuade them to do something. Whether it's using influence or urge by gentle urging, flirtatious caressing, or flattering; She has a special way to have things go the way she plans. Most often fall for her tricks as she comes off - and is - a quiet person who people see as someone who could do no harm.



I n t e l l i g e n c e ; xxx Her mother always taught her that a beautiful girl is a smart one, so Aurora stuck to her textbooks and gained knowledge throughout the years as she matured. If she were part of the Scooby-Doo gang, she'd definitely be the Velma.


C a l m D e m e a n o r ; xxx Aurora has always had a way to keep herself calm and rid of anxiety, even in difficult situations. She refuses to let anything get to her head too hard and always has the ability to see through the fog and think clearly.




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S h y ; xxx She is often the one in the corner of a large group of people, either day-dreaming or thinking about tomorrow's plans. She's often caught off-guard when it is her turn to speak and sometimes this causes her to not get her opinion out as she intends to.



N a i v e ; xxx Resulting in her quiet and kind demeanor, she can often be easily gullible and persuaded into something, and she never realizes it until it's either too late or at the point where there's nothing she can do about it.



S t r e n g t h ; xxx Aurora is just five feet even and hardly one-hundred pounds, and more bones then muscle to be frank.




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H e a l i n g ; xxx Aurora has had the ability to heal anyone through touch since the day she was born. Though her power was weak at birth, over the years she has grown to strengthen it as she matured and learned. She can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the she may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the victim must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the victim has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead; something she is incapable of. Using this ability can often drain her power to do so, as she can only use it as long as she can before it begins to take a toll on her body.


L i g h t ; xxx Dawn's sunlight shun down on her the moment she was born, bestowing her the power of light manipulation. She can bend or shift any light, only if it is visible to the human eye. She can generate warmth to a room or through touch, but only for a short periods at a time before her power grows weak and fades.



A m u l e t xxx A small, almost unnoticeable, amulet hangs loosely around her neck at all times; It's small ruby-rose diamond basking in sunlight. The blood red diamond holds a small piece of her crystallized heart; her mothers necklace given to her out of love.


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I xxx Terra, with her hair the colour of her Earth, had a beauty not to be ignored and to wear the colour of her soils as a crown was an honour. Her eyes the colour of the deepest seas; the blue-gray of stormy skies that drowned its victim in the rain to come. Amidst a wild flat meadow encircled by an Edenic lush forest, a couple had cocooned themselves in a secluded grand mansion in a tranquil existence. After many years of yearning for a child, Terra, swollen with a high-ranked nobleman of the Summer Court’s son, began to loathe the state of silent lethargy, of waiting. She wanted the cold wintry world to be painted vivid by sun rays, like a new painting with still wet oils. Then and only then were she to birth their child, β€œThe Inspiration.”




II xxx Delighted and anxious for the birth, the nobleman begins to invite visitors to the couples home to witness the birth of something special. Much to his perplexed wife's surprise, the more chaos he lets in their haven, the better for his punctured male ego. The birth of a son to a nobleman of the court meant everything to him; as the line of high-class noblemen would continue down the family tree. And as the couple had been waiting so long for a child, this was bound to be an event. The nobleman had been raised in a family of strong men and sons, something he personally held to heart. Though both men and women are considered equal in the society, he has no part of it.




III xxx Time passed and the heavily pregnant Terra fell into labour. The pain of it was a prison for her mind. In that jail cell of fear and confusion the time passed without her being able to keep track. Her stomach tightened, she heard her own scream without being aware of making it. She lay, exhausted and waiting for the agony to subside. In times to come she'd forget these moments as effectively as formatting a hard-drive, but always she'd recall the love she felt for her baby, her precious child, one born in love. When the child was born, it was as if only sunshine existed the world, as if all the earth was ushered into harmony. She looked into those new eyes, a new consciousness, perfect and reaching out for her love. In that instant she knew she would do anything to protect her child, that her love was as vast as the universe yet solid as rock. Nascent eyes opening and mouth yearning for milk, she looked upon the baby.

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IV xxx The Inspiration, something her father had been so anxious for, had been born a girl. A disappointment to the nobleman and the people alike. A woman, he thought, had no place in war. Terra could feel her heart breaking as she realized her husband did not love their child; A girl they named Briar after the original boys name the couple had thought of. Legend says that as Terra held her newborn close to her chest, her heart began to turn black out of dying love and betrayal from her husband for deciding to shun his own child. The baby, sensing this heartbreak, mended its mothers broken heart and healed her sorrows with a special gift. The sunlight of dawn peered through the windows like a heavenly light shining upon them, and the baby Briar began to be known as Aurora -- meaning The Goddess of Dawn.




V xxx Terra knew her daughter had been born with a gift; something that could not be ignored. Aurora grew up being told she was not a beggar without a party invitation; that she was an angel in chains. For this wasn’t a dark power that always needs to feed on others, this was the power of love - infinite, eternal. Love does not stand on the mountain top to conquer, but to offer both hands to those below, to friend and foe. If she had the power to mend a broken heart, she had the power to do anything if she set her mind to it. Determined to prove her father wrong about her and put her greatness to use, she takes the bold step into the outer world.


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c h a r a c t e rxxs h e e txbyxxxlayla
f a c e c l a i mxxxnatalia dyer
p l a y e dxxb yxxxᏝᏋαŽ₯Ꮧ

So begins...

Aurora Kinski's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Orhien Naena Character Portrait: Amaya Kyotsuki Character Portrait: Mariko Kimura Character Portrait: KazimΓ­r Ε Ε₯astnΓ½ Character Portrait: Aurora Kinski Character Portrait: Ryu Se-Ri Character Portrait: Alize MorleaΓΊ Character Portrait: Cullen Lawrence Character Portrait: Kelvin Woods Character Portrait: Petunia Griffin Character Portrait: Illyana BΓ‘rΓ‘ny Character Portrait: Ryu Yeong Character Portrait: Tae Jeong Character Portrait: Lilith Averescu

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xxxxxxThe moon released its cold, blue breath. Her sisters followed; speckles of starlight coming to life across the cold expanse overhead. And like a milky way on earth, the faelights that hovered untethered to mortal devices illuminated a path deep into the woods. Human passersby steered clear of the forest that emanated terror and demise, ushered away by a cleverly crafted glamour.
xxxxxxThose that dared venture into the sprawling canopies and distant shadows would find a mirageβ€”an illusion that broke like water when prodded. And through this unseen wallβ€”magic. For on the final night of every year, exiles and Fey without allegianceβ€”or "freefolk," as was polite to call themβ€”gathered in the fringes of New York City to celebrate the end of the earth's rotation.
xxxxxxThrough the veil were colours unseen by the human eye. Beads of light hung from the branches of ancient trees, their fingertips caressing the tips of faerie wings. A river snaked through the celebrations, spelled to bubble with a thick and cloying liquid of darkest gold.
xxxxxxFey danced to music that swelled like waves and descended in waterfalls. An alluring flute murmured its tune from the fingers of a sylph, urging lost humans to dance their worries away. Until their feet blistered, bled, and broke.
xxxxxxThe couples and groups twirling to the symphony were immune to such temptations, as they, too, had been forged of impossible things. A little blue boy giggled in his mother's arms as she twirled him 'round and 'round, her lips peeling back to reveal small, pointy teeth that could shatter human bones. Another girl blushed, her skin morphing into the emeralds and mahoganies of the trees behind her as if she could disappear into the belly of a trunk.
xxxxxx"Oi, watch it!" shouted a manβ€”who was also a goat. Thankfully, from the waist down. He glared over his shoulder at the rather ordinary looking fellow stumbling past him. The subject of his distaste grunted and waved his mug of honeyed tea, its contents sloshing over the sides and between his fingers.
xxxxxx"S'ry," he murmured, scrunching his nose. Suddenly, a sneeze erupted from him, the strength of it tossing him backward into a crate of candied apples and lifting the skirts of some wayward ladies. They squealed, sending of breath of frigid air that melded his hand to his mug.
xxxxxx"Oh, come on," he groaned, rolling onto his side and falling to the dirt. He blinked. And squeezed his eyes shut. Opened them. Closed. For surely, he must be mistaken. Or inebriated.
xxxxxxFor through the thicket of bushes and leaves, a set of ruby orbs peered into the revelry. But before the man could yell, the redcap scuttled away into darkness, leaving only a murky memory in its wake.

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xxxxxxAmaya peered through the lens of her microscope at the bronze watch on her worktop. Joji hummed overhead, the tremble and thump of his synth filling the old antique store with contemporary music. Amaya exhaled to his croon, and wiggled the burnisher into the bezel of the old watch.
xxxxxx"Hey grand- Shit!" A cacophony of tumbling wood and smashing metal followed his expletives, ending with the sharp punctuation of his pained wail. "Ow, ow, ow!"
xxxxxxAmaya did not look up from her work as she said, "That's $6,410 worth of priceless artifacts you just knocked over."
xxxxxx"My femur! My femur!"
xxxxxx"Is decidedly less valuable," she murmured, slipping the watch's crystal face over the dial. "What are you doing in my shop, Ishaan?"
xxxxxx"What most people do in shops? Buy things?" Ishaan emerged from behind a glass cabinet stuffed with various deadly instruments and one too many skulls. "Though I can't imagine how anyone finds anything in this place. When was the last time you organised?"
xxxxxx"It's organised."
xxxxxxIshaan looked around him at the various texts and materials littered throughout the store, all of which seemed to have been placed without reason. A cluster of feathered pens sat beside a fraying Jack-o'-lantern; a pile of rare manuscripts were poised precariously atop a sealed bottle of indiscernible liquid; a frightening puppet with only one eye hung beside a brilliant chandelier of molten gold.
xxxxxx"Right," said Ishaan.
xxxxxx"Well?" Amaya prodded. "Out with it."
xxxxxx"We need Pandora's Box for the New Year's celebrations."
xxxxxxAmaya lifted her head to pin Ishaan with her black stare. She raised a brow. "Do you?"
xxxxxx"Well, yes. Obviously. Because I just said-"
xxxxxx"It was a rhetorical question."
xxxxxx"Oh."
xxxxxxMoments passed, the silence interjected only by the soft ticking of the watch Amaya held in her hands.
xxxxxx"Soooo..." Ishaan began. "Can you do it?"
xxxxxx"Yes."
xxxxxx"Will you do it?" he clarified.
xxxxxx"What happened to the box I gave you last year?"
xxxxxx"Uh..." Ishaan smiled sheepishly. "We broke it."
xxxxxx"How?"
xxxxxx"Gertrude was gassy."
xxxxxx"That literally explains nothing."
xxxxxx"Gertrude is part orc."
xxxxxx"Oh. That explains everything." They shared a slow nod of understanding. Without warning, Amaya stood, wiping her hands on the cloth strewn over her chair. "Don't break anything or I'll sell your organs on the black market to make up my losses."
xxxxxxAmaya glided between the mountain of objects seemingly without care as Ishaan tiptoed behind her. She ducked, disappearing into a narrow passageway that opened up to reveal a marginally wider door. She twisted the handle and stepped in.
xxxxxx"You don't lock it?" Ishaan asked.
xxxxxx"Why? Would you steal from me?" she replied.
xxxxxx"N-no. Geez. Of course not. Please stop looking at me.”
xxxxxxA flood of cold air greeted them. Colder even than the Winter beyond the store's four walls. The room glowed with an eerie blue light. This was Amaya's real collection. The priceless Fey objects and relics beyond the innocuous storefront that declared this place the Home of Intangible Things.
xxxxxxPotions swirling with incandescent hues perched on shelves etched with ancient runes; a wiry potted plant emitted an eerie glow in a corner; a book whose cover shifted with every minute hovered within a glass dome. Yet Amaya ignored all these as she approached a box the size of her palm. She lifted it, peeling back the velvet cloth that encased it.
xxxxxx"Here," she said. "You'll owe me a favour for this."
xxxxxx"Yeah, yeah. I know the rules. But," he chewed his lip, "we were actually hoping for another favour from you. Could you, maybe, attend the celebrations and call upon the box yourself? Its sister was so unruly last year. We had no idea how to get it back in once we'd opened it."
xxxxxx"Put three objects of personal value into the box and call-"
xxxxxx"Yeah, we got your instructions last time. But those rascals inside are hard to wrestle."
xxxxxx"You'll have to pay extra."
xxxxxx"Already on it." Ishaan waved his arm. "My sister has a gem from one of the late king's crowns. So, deal?"
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head, fixing him with her stare. "Deal."

▁ β–‚ β–ƒ β–‚ ▁


xxxxxxThe box held within it collective memoriesβ€”whispers of another time before the courts had been forged and anarchy reigned. Four powerful faeries had gathered to forge an alliance, carving into a map the lines of their rule. The Courts embodied the balance of the natural world. The seasonal courtsβ€”Summer and Winterβ€”would share the earth's cycle, shifting their power to reflect changes in the climate. The courts of Dark and High would create chaos and maintain order, so that the world would not fall into excess. A High Lady or Lord would command each court, with their mates at their side.
xxxxxxAmaya stood at the centre of a clearing, where a crowd had gathered in anticipation of the night's ritual. The midnight hour neared.
xxxxxxA strand of alabaster hair fluttered into Amaya’s line of vision. She beat her papery wings and the small gust that followed lifted her hair from her face. Her off-the-shoulder dress swished around her ankles, their opal colours changing in the dim light that emanated from the faelights.
xxxxxxAmaya paid her audience no head as she twisted the box’s moving parts, spinning the sundial leftward untilβ€”like a setting sun that had met its endβ€”it was eclipsed by a silver moon. She spun both ends of the box until the flourishing green tress met its barren twin on the other side.
xxxxxxPandora’s box unlocked.
xxxxxxA burst of red light blinded the Fey, and when it retreated, a chorus of cheers rose from them. Scarlet figures of smoke and vapour danced above their heads, wielding small swords and spinning in skirts that left faint trails behind them. The musicians began their symphony.
xxxxxxAmaya tilted her head upwards to watch the memories unfurl, her eyelids fluttering shut against their brilliance. The glow of the figures bounced off the crescent moon on her forehead, the curved mark scattering the colours into a kaleidoscopic dance.
xxxxxxSuddenly, a small red dancer turned and screamed.
xxxxxxAmaya's eyes snapped open. She turned as the people forged of red smoke raced with a fervour, screeching as they fought to return to their box. Large figures of flesh and bone rose behind them, their forearms encased in metal, their faces cloaked in armour. They wore the uniforms of the High Court's royal guardβ€”a legion sworn to protect the faerie on the throneβ€”but their magic did not solely belong to the High Court. A faerie with a swarm of straw-blonde hair threw a column of flame into the throngs of Fey fleeing the woods.
xxxxxx"Give us the Halflings," called a woman in copper armour. "And we might consider granting you exiles and traitors a merciful death."
xxxxxxAmaya had stilled, enraptured by the woman's familiar form, and the emerald eyes that peered from the slit in her helmet. Airell. The girl had been her friend, once. Or as close to a friend as one could find when one was imprisoned in a tower.
xxxxxxThe luck fae had warned her of this. KazimΓ­r Ε Ε₯astnΓ½. He had told her of the late king's downfall and her role in his child's resurrection. He had said with some mirth that she owed him a debt. He had saved her life, he'd claimed. When he was just a child, and she the prisoner of the High Lady of the Dark Court. She had not wanted to believe him, but she did remember him. The small boy with smaller antlers who had come to her cell and offered her luck.
xxxxxx"Feykiller," Airell intoned. "I did not expect to see you. Today must be my lucky day."
xxxxxxAmaya turned and ran.
xxxxxx"Fleeing again, are we?" Airell called out. "Where is the Blood Moon our keepers worshipped?"
xxxxxxAmaya darted between the trees, whizzing left and right until Airell's flames vanished behind her.
xxxxxxA little blue girl collapsed to her knees. "Mama!" she wailed. "Mama!" But the Fey around her did not stop. They had become cruel in their haste to survive.
xxxxxx"Hold on to me," Amaya barked. She wrapped her arms around the small girl, who clung to her with a grip that was unexpected of such a small creature, and ran.
xxxxxx"This way!" she called out to the faeries fleeing aimlessly through the woods. "There's a path that leads out of the forest into a human Walmart and cave on the way should we need to hide. Follow the trees with the crawling vines and blue flowers until you near a small ravine. Quickly. Quietly."
xxxxxxThe Fey stumbled through the darkened woods, a petite Summer faerie emitting a tentative glow to illuminate their path. Amaya looked over her shoulder to see the faeries who had stayed behind to fight the invasion, and those who were sprawled on the ground. They were much too still.
xxxxxx"Found you."
xxxxxxAmaya twisted, flinging the small child forward and into the thicketβ€”better bruised than deadβ€”as Airell lobbed a dozen black arrows toward her with nothing but a thought.

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    The sound of laughter overpowers music playing. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigars hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards her, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. The crowd had been so jubilant, singing the songs that belonged to the inebriated and joyful. They rubbed shoulders never minding that their toes were often trodden on or that they were in closer proximity to these strangers than they usually were to friends or even family. The atmosphere was one of elation, the warm air occasionally punctuated by whoops and hollers. There was something magical to Aurora about being one of a crowd, an easing to the loneliness within. Everyone acts the same, cheers at the same moment, feels the same emotions together. What she read on their faces is written on hers and in that echo of humanity everyone is as close to being one as they will ever be.

    Her glossy chestnut hair was split in two sections and tied loosely below her ears, resting on her shoulders. Blue eyes roamed her surroundings, catching sight of a girl her age with beautiful nut-brown skin. On her head she wore a red cloth tied to make a hat and on her feet were leather boots. Her garment was garish but Aurora liked it. She expected the girl to try to blend into the background in some way, to camouflage. But then she raised her wings and vanished into a hazy blur. And, of course, she couldn't forget the older gentlemen sitting to her side whom she'd been making conversation with for about half an hour. Or more like him just babbling in her ear. His nose was long and hooked under two slitted golden eyes. His ears were pointed and (from what Aurora assumed) alcohol addiction had melted his skin like putty. The man had a stutter as he talked, and Aurora continued just to give him the occasional chuckle or smile to his stories. She wasn't much for talk anyway.

    Aurora continued to clutch the glass of honey tightly in her hand rested on her lap. She couldn't remember when the drink had landed in her hand, but she knows she hasn't even bothered to take a sip or even look at it. The story-telling man had made a few cracks asking if she was ever gonna drink it, and Aurora just shrugged each time with a tiny smirk. She had never really drank before, and didn't know too much about it. She glanced back over at the man, now going on about a story about his youth which he referred to as "the good ol' days" as he ordered yet another drink. Aurora tried to not let her eyes roll to the back of her head as she continued on about the tenth story he's probably told.

    And just like that she stared down at the hue of golden liquid in her glass, not taking a moments thought as she inhaled the smoky air through her nose sharply before tilting her head back and bringing the glass up to her lips, downing the shot of pure alcohol. The man, for the first time during the whole event, stopped mid-sentence as his mouth hung open slightly watching her. The small crowd of people sitting around her seemed to go silent as they witnessed her drink like a teenager with a sugary drink. Her face scrunched up, not quite used to the unfamiliar taste before she coughed slightly. The crowd erupted in a small cheer and applause as a stranger behind her patted her on the back. It seemed as if everyone was secretly eyeing the drink she had barely touched before then.

    --

    A man's hair was wild and as brown as earth, with small horns either side of his head that reminded Aurora of a juvenile deer horns. There was another girl beside her with eyes bright like acorns themselves. Her skin was just as dappled, pale yet covered with so many freckles that she looked quite tan. Everyone around her, including herself, danced to the violins playing. They had formed a small circle where they retreated, pirouetted, their arms waving from side to side above their heads, their heads swaying, their garments fluttering. The music moved her like a puppet on strings, and she seemed quite the opposite of her usual shy nature. She hadn't counted how many honeyed drinks she had had, but all she knew was her smile was as wide as the golden gates as her laughter almost choked her; her hair in a free wavy mess around her shoulders as she wore the black top hat a tall man had plopped on her head.


    Over the infectious laughs and the crowd spinning around her, Aurora caught sight of someone she recognized from afar. He stood out from the crowd because he seemed to be the only one with his nose stuck in notes he had been writing like he was in the middle of a damn office, not a party. They had known each other for years, growing a liking towards one another. She rolled her eyes as the wide grin continued to stain her features as she squeezed her way through the crowd to near him, almost sneakily and quietly as she outstretched her hand to grab him swiftly and pull him into the dancing crowd.

    "Hey, party animal. Why don't you come--"

    A distanced scream rang throughout the crowd.

    The scream seemed to tear through everyone like a great shard of glass. Aurora froze in place, feeling her eyes widen and pulse quicken, her heart thudding like a rock rattling in box. The blood drained from her face as she could almost feel the pounding of running footsteps on the ground, nearing her. Terror had struck the crowd as she snapped back her arm close to her body, ducking her head as if bracing for the impact of trampling bodies headed her way. Unable to move, she buried her face in her hands as the adrenaline-filled people came crashing into her like bricks. Horror had her frozen and unable to think clearly. Her brain was foggy. She was rooted in agony before a sharp pain came to her shoulder, hitting her like a bullet would. Her body was shoved to the ground, losing her balance easily and quickly. Just like the rushing crowds, the side of her body was chaos. The side of her face collided roughly with the ground, her face in a grimace. The hat she had been wearing flew off, trampled underneath the feet of runners. Sharp pain lanced through her head and colorful spots flashed in front of her eyes as the metallic taste of bitter blood filled her mouth. She felt as if she had been punched in the jaw.

    Unable to focus clearly, she ignored the pain, telling herself she'd worry about it later as she had no time to heal herself. Her cheek had already begun to swell as she bit her bottom lip to avoid crying out. Aurora suddenly felt a pair of hands on her arms, helping her up quickly as she groaned and ached and flinched. Her eyes caught sight of the story-telling old man who quickly stopped against the oncoming crowd to help her to her feet. The blood rushed back to her head and in a blink of an eye, the man was gone running with the crowd. She was alone.