Aurelia
Aurelia's brows furrowed in a mix of curiosity and confusion as she watched the bartender's animated performance. She was undeniably striking, her features carrying a strange familiarity that Aurelia couldn't quite place. "Hey, do I know y--"
The question died on her lips as a whirlwind of red hair materialized beside her. The woman's stunned expression mirrored her own, and then came the screech, a familiar voice cutting through the tavern's din.
A stunned silence hung in the air as Aurelia processed this. Memories flooded back - shared experiences, the unspoken bond forged in a foreign land. A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within her, joy battling with guilt, relief wrestling with the ache of lost time.
"Melita," she said in shock, much quieter in contrast to the Honeybee. Tears quickly welled in her eyes though they did not fall (yet...), "you're a sight for sore eyes."
"It's been too long," Aurelia admitted, her smile softening as a hint of wistfulness crept into her eyes, "I've missed you."
As for Mel's question? "I've been in the Oerwoud mostly... it's a long story, but after Milo I..." she shook her head bitterly and gave Melita a pleading look, "I'm sorry that I left."
The question died on her lips as a whirlwind of red hair materialized beside her. The woman's stunned expression mirrored her own, and then came the screech, a familiar voice cutting through the tavern's din.
A stunned silence hung in the air as Aurelia processed this. Memories flooded back - shared experiences, the unspoken bond forged in a foreign land. A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within her, joy battling with guilt, relief wrestling with the ache of lost time.
"Melita," she said in shock, much quieter in contrast to the Honeybee. Tears quickly welled in her eyes though they did not fall (yet...), "you're a sight for sore eyes."
"It's been too long," Aurelia admitted, her smile softening as a hint of wistfulness crept into her eyes, "I've missed you."
As for Mel's question? "I've been in the Oerwoud mostly... it's a long story, but after Milo I..." she shook her head bitterly and gave Melita a pleading look, "I'm sorry that I left."
looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
with the warning to help me see myself clearer
