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[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color]   M Y R I A M O R   B E D   &   B R E A K F A S T 
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color]    C A E L A N ,  R O S A R I A ,  S O P H I E ,  N U A L L Á N ,  J O M A R I
T A G S :   [@Potter], [@13org], [@Alivefalling], [@princess], [@baraquiel]
[color=silver]E Q U I P M E N T :[/color]   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
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	[color=silver]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.

	[color=white]”…”[/color] 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.[color=white]”You are causing quite a sensation, my little dear one,”[/color] she smiled sweetly. The knit in her brows loosened, and a gentle look softened her usual face of concern. [color=white]”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.”[/color]

	 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.  [/color]