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Bonding for @Rose!!
Setting The lake, nighttime. Post-war, post-excursion.
Time 12/30, the day she returned with Tux.

Recently shuffled into the kru, eyes heavenward and lying lax at the shores of Hougeda’s lake, Aure remembered how she’d still hadn’t told anyone her birth name. Not that it was treason or such to not day her true calling—it really was just a few extra letters. But with how there seemed to be a great abundance of too-long names as of late, it further proved her self-reasoning to simply not reveal it. Odd, she supposed, that it wasn’t for something such as being incognito.

It was only in moments like these, when she wasn’t ridden with her own fury, that she was able to reflect on trivial, personal matters of the sort. Like her name—like the spiced poultices that now adorned the raw, new hurts of her—or the fact that Easy liked to star-sleep, and so Aure had taken that old habit in stride.

With an airy sigh, chin tucked to chest, the specter of a female stretched languorously out on the boulder she claimed; eased the muscles in her neck and hips and thighs while her eyes lazily traced the hushful stars. Tonight, she wasn’t the only one who’d quieted from the norm, it seems.

But then a soft, especially rare murmur of laughter eddied from her ivory throat, origins unknown, as a whisper of ”Aurëwen” flits up to the glimmering Celestium. Uncaring of who or what hears; it's not as if her true name could be used against her. For all anyone knew, they might take her word as just some constellation. It was definitely in lulled lapses like these, where she could forget all thoughts strained and harrowing.

Perhaps it was the poppy.