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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@JJ Doe]
T A G S :    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/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] Her lack of sight captured her, this time. Her imagination had stretched towards unfamiliar places.  Curiosity gnawed at her, sinking its vicious teeth into her chest. And yet, relief to not entirely understand the sensation of what had just happened draped over her like an innocent veil.

  [color=white] “Is he alright?”[/color] Aurora asked. She was unsure if she was asking about her brother or the lizardman. Perhaps, she was inquiring about both.

   Of course, she would do anything to know Rowan was unharmed. However, to think she — no, they had to . . . 

   . . . The conditions of life have always been such a cruel thing. It seemed learning this through verbal lessons and books was nothing compared to experiencing the truth first hand. Aurora assured herself there was worse to come, and yet, she prayed this was the worst of it.

  Her dearest brother was so protective over her. She was beginning to understand why. As a soldier, he had experience atrocities far worse than this; far worse than the death of Zara. So convinced and zealous that she could handle this burden, she had volunteered herself for this mission. Had she been wrong?

  Gripping her staff, she drew in a noble breath or at least, a breath of bravery. There was no turning back whether the decision had been right or wrong. (Was her insight not clear enough? For this reason, she had to trust Barrock and Vasco.

  
  [color=white] “You’re very brave,”[/color] she said to Vasco. [color=white] “Both Barrock and you.”[/color] Other words flooded her mind. They were choice words that sometimes accompanied and also insulted someone who may be considered [i]brave.[/i] The Light Elf chose not to speak those words. Now, maybe not ever was a good time to say them.

  . . . Although, a thorn in her side could not help but twist as she thought how Vasco lead the circumstances. He would be a great warrior, to help lead the rebellion, of course. There were sacrifices to be made. Zara being one of them. And again, Aurora’s imagination failed her, for better or for worse this time, she was unsure. 

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