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Aurelia had just joined the Dragon's Throat, but she'd already explored much of Helovia. She'd been told not to go to the Northern parts of Helovia, and she had not... yet. You see, when you tell a child (with the amount of curiosity as Aurelia has) to not go to the northern parts of Helovia, they automatically want to go there. Maybe if they had told her to go there, she would be less inclined to go. After this little meeting, she planned to travel some and then go home, but then, she would slip out and go to the northern parts.
The white and gold painted child, had been walking back to the red, sandy, castle, known as her home for the time being. She didn't really know the land well yet, and may have aimed to southerly, and walked straight onto this little bridge. I do not recall this bridge of rock, nor the.. sea... Aurelia is scared of water. Aurelia likes the sun, the desert, a hot tallsun day, and fire... not water. She liked water when she was little, but not anymore. It's as if she grew out of it, but really.. she just doesn't share about how she grew to be scared of water.
This little bridge she walked on was slightly slippery, from the waves on both sides of it, crashing against the rocky path. The bridge had been slightly smoothed over. Perhaps many have come here. Here, being what?
As she got off the long bridge and stood on this large island-thing, she looked around. Her white pupils flicking back and forth, from shore to shore. The girl could see the bright blue lava flowing over the dark rock... the rock this island was made of. It flowed and moved like regular lava, but it was a bright blue. I could see the lava trailing off into the water and turning to stone on contact.
There was an odd feeling about this place. It felt as if this place was a place for the divine. Meaning, this place seemed to have a more regal status. Aurelia could not even explain it to herself, but it just felt... magical here. Aurelia still has not seen nor heard of anyone speaking about magic.
"Hello? Is anyone here? I am Aurelia, from Dragon's Throat." Perhaps if a god answered her, they would smell the aroma of baked sand. Still... it would be very rare for a god to answer little Aurelia.
"blah blah blah."
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[O] will you tell, will you tell [god of the sun]
