Aurelia
Aurelia watched as Ronin's crimson feathers set fire to the flames, turning trash into wisps of smoke.
"The hardest thing, huh?" she murmured, her voice soft against the crackling fire. "Yeah, I can imagine." She leaned against the cart, her gaze distant, lost in memories of her own childhood, of the aching void left by her parents' untimely deaths. "I always thought it would be simple," she continued, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Love 'em, protect 'em, teach 'em right from wrong. But life... life's got a way of throwing curveballs, doesn't it?"
Her eyes met Ronin's, understanding shimmering on their surface. They were both survivors, scarred by loss and shaped by the unforgiving hand of fate.
"Hmm... Maybe one day," she mused, of orphanages and safe havens for those in need, "A place where kids can find a home, a family, even when the world's turned its back on them. Gods know I needed something like that when I was young. Would've saved me from.. myself." Encouragement was certainly the best fuel for dreams, and she found hers flickering back to life, if only a bit. "Maybe I should give it more serious consideration... when the timing is right."
She turned to coax the fire a bit more, only to find that all the trash had burned away already. Placing a hand on her hip, she tilted her head back at Vi's newest demigod.
"So, where are you staying lately?" she asked, her voice laced with a hopeful curiosity. A warm smile played on her lips. "I'd love to catch up properly sometime, hear about all your adventures since... well, since everything."
"The hardest thing, huh?" she murmured, her voice soft against the crackling fire. "Yeah, I can imagine." She leaned against the cart, her gaze distant, lost in memories of her own childhood, of the aching void left by her parents' untimely deaths. "I always thought it would be simple," she continued, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Love 'em, protect 'em, teach 'em right from wrong. But life... life's got a way of throwing curveballs, doesn't it?"
Her eyes met Ronin's, understanding shimmering on their surface. They were both survivors, scarred by loss and shaped by the unforgiving hand of fate.
"Hmm... Maybe one day," she mused, of orphanages and safe havens for those in need, "A place where kids can find a home, a family, even when the world's turned its back on them. Gods know I needed something like that when I was young. Would've saved me from.. myself." Encouragement was certainly the best fuel for dreams, and she found hers flickering back to life, if only a bit. "Maybe I should give it more serious consideration... when the timing is right."
She turned to coax the fire a bit more, only to find that all the trash had burned away already. Placing a hand on her hip, she tilted her head back at Vi's newest demigod.
"So, where are you staying lately?" she asked, her voice laced with a hopeful curiosity. A warm smile played on her lips. "I'd love to catch up properly sometime, hear about all your adventures since... well, since everything."
What is clear is what is gold
You're only human after all
You're only human after all
