<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Aurora paid special attention to the blue hues of light, as they did to her. She was surprised as a bigger light of the cluster came even closer to her, just before her face, and she felt as though she should be as still as possible as it did so. And she was, until it shook and her eyes widened- she leaned as back as she could against the wall behind her, almost feeling silly for having been startled this way. Was there a message being relayed? Was she missing something? Then it ascended away, and she extended a lonely hand as though to say <i>'Wait, come back!'</i><br/>
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But then there was one of the other <i>people</i> who'd joined, approaching her. She put her hand back down, and as he knelt slowly, she moved to sit up more and meet him halfway. She'd normally be hesitant, but today she'd be brave. It was likely only emotion that fueled her to be, a type of fight or flight ready to keep her moving even when she desperately wanted to stop- a defense mechanism of sorts. What did the stranger want?<br/>
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And then he spoke, words Aurora had to close her eyes a minute to remember- to attempt to <i>filter</i>. Aurora spoke French, but she knew of people who spoke English. They'd taught her enough for conversation, but she never learned to write it. She surely had to have understood <i>something</i>. With the shake of her head and agreeing curls, she said, "I am hurting, Monsieur. A pain you cannot help." She formulated, "Mais, merci beaucoup." <i>(But, thank you very much.) </i>even quieter. She did appreciate his kindness, however- then suddenly jolted by the sudden entrance of another person, she turned to see it was another man, (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey wales" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey wales</a> )  now there were three, and this one was dressed interestingly as well. A <i>thing</i> on his head with a curved brim. Aside from it, she supposed, he must've been hard working. She could see it only in the brief moments they met eyes, but she looked away and back at the man which had approached her. <br/>
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"'It is honorable of you to offer, and unfortunate I have nothing to bestow unto you gratitude other than my word." She intended to say more, then another stranger appeared. A woman (<a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a> ) , loud and very apparently frustrated. Aurora's eyes widened in reoccurring shock, she knew the feeling- <i>or so she thought</i>. She watched as the woman moved large door to other very large door and then shouted an angry word. But, what was that word? Then she heard it- the giggling of green little <i>people- people</i>? People-<i>ish</i> things? Almost very particularly frightening as they weren't exactly the most proportionate in stature, these had to have been more mythical creatures <i>removed</i> from humans. She wanted to stand now, not as comfortable sitting on the floor as she once was, and had reached for the kind man's hand/arm to help herself up. It was a better look towards the windows that she wanted, and then she looked around to see if everyone else had seen the same thing. </span></span>