[colour=#c76ef0][h2][center]Aurora Halliwell[/center][/h2][/colour]

[colour=#c76ef0]Eye of The Beholder[/colour]
[colour=#c76ef0]Stables[/colour]

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As Anora pointed out that their names shared the same first letter, a warm smile spread across her face, and a soft giggle escaped her lips, she watched the graceful lady approach Storm, who stood patiently beside her. [colour=#c76ef0]”Of course, you can pet her! She’s incredibly friendly and adores when people shower her with affection,.”[/colour] she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

Turning to Storm, she continued, [colour=#c76ef0]“Look Storm! This lovely lady is eager to meet you,”[/colour] her tone laced with encouragement and warmth. As she watched the two connect, felt a sense of joy.

Listening intently to Anora, she reflected on her own experiences, saying, [colour=#c76ef0]“It’s evident that you’ve had lessons. My mother was the one who taught me how to handle these situations,”[/colour] her words trailing off slightly as her smile faltered for an instant, revealing a hint of nostalgia. The fond memory of her mother momentarily overshadowed the lively atmosphere, adding depth to their conversation.

As Aurora watched Anora’s interaction with Storm, a sense of warmth filled her heart, creating a joyful smile to spread across her face. The way Anora gently petted Storm radiated a genuine affection that was impossible to miss. When Anora mentioned her brother and asked her if she had met him yet, Aurora shook her head softly, her eyes reflecting a hint of curiosity. [colour=#c76ef0]“No, I have not had the pleasure of meeting him yet,”[/colour] she replied, her tone warm and inviting.

She continued to listen intently as Anora shared her reasons for moving to Downhaven, her interest piqued by the desire to assist the prince. Aurora’s smile widened further at this revelation, feeling a sense of admiration for Anora’s selflessness. [colour=#c76ef0]“It’s nice of you to want to help the prince,”[/colour] Aurora said, her voice filled with sincerity. The two women exchanged smiles, a bond of camaraderie forming between them in the gentle atmosphere that surrounded them.

As Anora’s questions filled the air, Aurora felt her smile falter once more, a flicker of vulnerability broke her composure. She instinctively grasped the delicate pendant hanging around her neck, a cherished keepsake from her mother. She took a moment to steady herself. [colour=#c76ef0]”Yes, my father was Alistair Halliwell,”[/colour] she replied, her voice a mix of pride and sadness. [colour=#c76ef0]”Yes, I am his daughter, and yes,  both of my parents were merchants and healers.[/colour]

With a deep breath, Aurora tightened her grip on the pendant, as memories surged forth. [colour=#c76ef0]“It’s true they were taken from me just a few months ago, lost to a vicious pack of wolves. It was a tragic end that changed everything for me.”[/colour] She paused, her heart heavy with the weight of her loss. [colour=#c76ef0]“In their memory, I resolved to leave and find a new place to call home, somewhere different, just as they always dreamed I might.”[/colour]

Her brow furrowed slightly as she regarded Anora, and a flicker of confusion crossed her features. [colour=#c76ef0]”Did you or your family know them?”[/colour] she asked, her curiosity piqued. Aurora had thought she knew the extent of her parents’ connections, but now she found herself wondering if she had missed one of their connections.

Anora [@Dezuel]