Arrow Lake Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error

tags just for reference bc sub-plotty aur important (ily all)

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Aure was a yearling when she’d learned to swim.

In the aftermath and anguish that remained after Dennan's desolation, it'd taken her three moons as a babe to linger ankle-deep in a gentle current. As a stilted heiress, it’d taken an enitre season to wade up to her breast. Now, he'd re-writ the red of her face, and with him had taken the vitality of a soulful eye; the other led her through this intermittent summer drizzle, her blushed nose guiding her to Drago's predicament.

At her son's very age, her lungs had been awash with nefarity. Aure hadn't been able to breathe in the world as he now did; hadn't been able to look with wonderous, fearless eyes. She was a late-bloomer in the more melancholy sort, and it'd only been the sessions with @Blodreina and @Rhælla that had helped that fierce-ful (albeit hesitant) part of her to finally blossom.

With how her babies were progressing, they may as well surpass her in @Vercingetorix's tongue at some point. They brimmed with brightness, for all their youth. Still, Bounkola greeted Balaur suchwise — because she had faith he'd understand — and demurely reclined onto her hocks beside his avid figure.

"Ai lan op fir in woda. Ba... em sen op ai diyo. Em ron op ai yu, en yu sis, seintaim," she trilled, voice ever-hushful regardless of how it clambered over Trig. "En lid in ai yu nontu." Just as her night-of-life actually fought to keep the world for their children this way, Aure intended to give them what skills they needed to explore that world.

While Verx worked on the outside, she would work within; and there wasn't any other way she'd want this to be. "Your legs are strong enough to carry you through water, comoara," she continued, "but, for now, we will wade." The herbalist lifted herself from the dewey grasses, then, and took herself to the lake’s edge.

There was a moment of hesitation from her, but Aurëwen pressed on, and on, until the waters lapped to just below her elbows. Facing her child, she coaxed him with a chirrup, and waited in the shallows. When it came to family matters, the silver thankfully had abysmal patience.