eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia grimaces gently at Wessex's reaction to exploring. "Things aren't always that easy, that's for sure," she offers, hoping it will be a small comfort to know that she understands. At the same time, she's always been an avid explorer. Even if it was just part of the job, she learned to be good at it, learned to love it. "You shouldn't let that stop you, though."
When Wessex tells her of the copy of herself, Aurelia nods - but there's something uncertain about it. Indeed, she's hiding something and she knows more than she lets on. There always seems to be something she's harboring beneath the surface, even if she doesn't necessarily want to, nor does she do it maliciously.
"The problem with that is..." she diverts her gaze momentarily before bringing it back with a sigh, "when I ended up here, it was already after I had been.. teleported by someone. I think I was picked up from some other place, not... home. Maybe another world or somewhere in-between - before I could really tell what was going on, I was suddenly here. In Torchline, screaming bloody murder and threatening the first person I saw," she scoffs, "I was a mess... and part of me still is, because I'll never know what became of my sisters without me. I have an idea, but.. it's not good." Her brows press together with concern for her family, what little remained of it.
"I try not to think about it too much, but... part of me hopes that maybe they'll end up here, too. Someday. And I can tell them what happened. That I didn't abandon them... I wouldn't have, if I still had the choice. I just wish they could be here, too." She sighs heavily and returns to her glass, officially emptying its contents.
With a pointed look, Aurelia asks - perhaps out of drunken numbness, perhaps from the depths of her heart but, no matter the reason why, she wants to know the answer. "Do you think the Voice would do that for someone? Bring their family here, if they asked."
When Wessex tells her of the copy of herself, Aurelia nods - but there's something uncertain about it. Indeed, she's hiding something and she knows more than she lets on. There always seems to be something she's harboring beneath the surface, even if she doesn't necessarily want to, nor does she do it maliciously.
"The problem with that is..." she diverts her gaze momentarily before bringing it back with a sigh, "when I ended up here, it was already after I had been.. teleported by someone. I think I was picked up from some other place, not... home. Maybe another world or somewhere in-between - before I could really tell what was going on, I was suddenly here. In Torchline, screaming bloody murder and threatening the first person I saw," she scoffs, "I was a mess... and part of me still is, because I'll never know what became of my sisters without me. I have an idea, but.. it's not good." Her brows press together with concern for her family, what little remained of it.
"I try not to think about it too much, but... part of me hopes that maybe they'll end up here, too. Someday. And I can tell them what happened. That I didn't abandon them... I wouldn't have, if I still had the choice. I just wish they could be here, too." She sighs heavily and returns to her glass, officially emptying its contents.
With a pointed look, Aurelia asks - perhaps out of drunken numbness, perhaps from the depths of her heart but, no matter the reason why, she wants to know the answer. "Do you think the Voice would do that for someone? Bring their family here, if they asked."
Aurelia
