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Posted on January 19, 2018 at 11:09:32 PM by aura

TW: Aura's posts invariably contain strong death themes.

For I had believed what I was sold, I did all the things that I was told
But all that has changed, and now I'm bold.

Bohdi was a special kind of person. That much was already obvious. That was fine; Aura could deal with that. Her son and her best friend were special kinds of people too.

She watched with a deliberately neutral expression while Bohdi scratched her chin and hummed. It wasn’t a hum like a song, more an actual hummm noise which she repeated a few times when she ran out of breath. Aura had a feeling that this woman would be mindblown by an Agatha Christie novel. Because she was watching and half waiting for it, Aura didn’t jump when the woman finally yelped with excitement and delivered a very Sherlock Holmes-ish ah-ha! It was as though she’d just solved the mysteries of the universe instead of digging through her recent recollections to find one rather memorable piece of information.

Aura had no idea who the ‘commander’ was, but it was obviously someone Bohdi was more or less in love with. She quirked her eyebrow a fraction, noting that it was the same name the unusual woman had used before. From what she was saying now, it must be the person Bohdi had learned her ren shape from – most likely an original fairy or a level master. Aura nodded once when Bohdi suggested that this was the ‘Inbetweener Realm’, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she imagined the look on Brock’s face if he could hear that name. Brock, a pedantic and anxious librarian, would have been scandalised to hear anything other than the proper term for the no-man’s-land between worlds.

At Bohdi’s question, Aura simply shrugged and spread her arms, as though to say, beats me, pal. Where do you want to start?

“If it’s in the Realm of the Dead, you don’t want to cross over until you know exactly where it is over there,” she pointed out reasonably. “You’d die after a couple of minutes so you don’t want to be searching for it from that end. Look through the cracks.” She gestured to them. “What shape is your ren?”


A u r a
They thought I was weak, but I am strong; they sold me the world but they were wrong
And now that I'm back, I still belong.

image by ankur sharma at flickr.com


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