Aurelia
Aurelia wasn't sure what Safrin had to do with anything; she's not the type to connect Gods or Heralds to any part of her life. She merely shook her head with a contemplative frown in answer, though. It's not the first time she's heard someone talk about Safrin but, as far as knowledge or prayer goes, Aurelia was fairly clueless.
When Mildew's posture straightened, Aurelia mirrored it with interest. She relaxed the expression on her face and tilted her head; opening her mind to the words Mildew was about to give her. So she listened... and, she certainly wasn't disappointed.
Perhaps dread is an expected and reasonable reaction to being told that you'd be torn apart by unimaginable horrors.
Even if she did feel fear or apprehension at the notions of Mildew's fortune, such emotions weren't an obstacle for her. Aurelia had felt them many times before - and she knew she would feel them many times again. Maybe it was the thick, calming aura wafting around them, or maybe it was because Aurelia didn't flinch at the concept of 'danger lies ahead'. Peril was a language she was all too familiar with...
"A hero..." the words unintentionally echoed from her lips.
Her green eyes brightened, rather than widened, and her expression solidified into determination, not worry. Even her hands, spreading out on either end of the table, fastened into fists. This was a subconscious action, of course, but something in her mind seemed to switch and begin churning. Maybe she had a real chance of redeeming herself after all.
But Mildew wasn't done, and Aurelia lifted her brows in surprise. There was more?
The instruction to choose a side- no, specifically to choose Safrin, caught her off guard. At first, she didn't know what to say. She could only watch in stunned silence as Mildew shuffled her deck back into its place. Resolve dissipated, even if only for the moment; this was the part of the fortune that made her uneasy. The question broached through her indecision, however, and Aurelia furrowed her brows.
She swallowed a knot in her throat, shifting her weight, unclasping her hands from the table. "I hope so," she spoke the words with humble finality while desires and ambitions burned and crackled inside of her.
Her gaze wavered about the room for a minute, her thoughts dwelling on Safrin and something Melita had told her about Ludo. "As for the Gods, I don't know. I've been avoiding that decision ever since I found out about them," she smiled grimly and shook her head, "I wouldn't know what to say, what to offer... What if Safrin doesn't come? Or, if she does, what if she asks me to do something that-" her eyes flickered back to Mildew, uncertain, "that I can't?"
When Mildew's posture straightened, Aurelia mirrored it with interest. She relaxed the expression on her face and tilted her head; opening her mind to the words Mildew was about to give her. So she listened... and, she certainly wasn't disappointed.
Perhaps dread is an expected and reasonable reaction to being told that you'd be torn apart by unimaginable horrors.
Even if she did feel fear or apprehension at the notions of Mildew's fortune, such emotions weren't an obstacle for her. Aurelia had felt them many times before - and she knew she would feel them many times again. Maybe it was the thick, calming aura wafting around them, or maybe it was because Aurelia didn't flinch at the concept of 'danger lies ahead'. Peril was a language she was all too familiar with...
"A hero..." the words unintentionally echoed from her lips.
Her green eyes brightened, rather than widened, and her expression solidified into determination, not worry. Even her hands, spreading out on either end of the table, fastened into fists. This was a subconscious action, of course, but something in her mind seemed to switch and begin churning. Maybe she had a real chance of redeeming herself after all.
But Mildew wasn't done, and Aurelia lifted her brows in surprise. There was more?
The instruction to choose a side- no, specifically to choose Safrin, caught her off guard. At first, she didn't know what to say. She could only watch in stunned silence as Mildew shuffled her deck back into its place. Resolve dissipated, even if only for the moment; this was the part of the fortune that made her uneasy. The question broached through her indecision, however, and Aurelia furrowed her brows.
She swallowed a knot in her throat, shifting her weight, unclasping her hands from the table. "I hope so," she spoke the words with humble finality while desires and ambitions burned and crackled inside of her.
Her gaze wavered about the room for a minute, her thoughts dwelling on Safrin and something Melita had told her about Ludo. "As for the Gods, I don't know. I've been avoiding that decision ever since I found out about them," she smiled grimly and shook her head, "I wouldn't know what to say, what to offer... What if Safrin doesn't come? Or, if she does, what if she asks me to do something that-" her eyes flickered back to Mildew, uncertain, "that I can't?"
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
