Open RP post for Auri

[palegoldenlight]

"It is a lovely name," he said politely. "It suits you."

"It does," she agreed. "It is like having a flower in my heart." She gave Elodin a serious look. "If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one."

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An odd sort of theft

[palegoldenlight]

Auri is careful never to take things from the same place too often. She subsists on a diet of tiny luxuries, eaten and kept. She'll never loot your pantry, or your jewelry box. No. One or two small things go missing. Things lost or left out vanish. Things taken from proper storage are replaced by whatever Auri feels most fitting.

Perhaps a bit of lace in your cold box, a perfectly round flat stone in your pantry. Three teeth of a big brass brass gear gleaming where a down-stuffed coverlet used to be. A fitting exchange, everything in its proper place and happy to be where it is.

Turning cartwheels

[palegoldenlight]

Auri is a girl of many well-founded fears, so sensitive to the turning of the world and everything in it that the least thing wrong can rub her raw. And yet, when the world turns true, and everything falls into place, you would be hard put to find anyone quite so joyful.

She plays a tiny prank that will brighten someone's day in the morning. Mischief brims over and Auri turns cartwheels. She dances gleefully among the trees, or the gravestones, or on top of a roof. It would be quite the feat to catch a glimpse of her in the dark, and a hundredfold times more difficult to keep her from bolting if you do.

a new resident

[toten_sie]

The thing that almost certainly draws her is the meowing, only made worse by the echoes. It's the meowing of several cats, all of them plaintive and demanding and the soft murmuring of a human voice clearly trying to hush them a little as he shuffles around and separates the food he'd gotten from the day's labors among six or seven cats who he's clearly fond of even if he's starting to sound a little flustered.

The man himself, once he comes into view, is enormous, made all the larger by a heavy coat and big boots but honestly, there's no way of making him small. There are scars on his face, one massive one and a pair on either side of his jaw, a couple of spots on his neck visible despite the coat, and he moves like a man who's got more under his clothes.

a binding friendship

[bloomingprimrose]

During her time in this strange new District, with all the people she's met and the second chance with her sister, Prim has blossomed just like a flower. It's been a slow and quiet bloom, but she really has turned a corner. Her demons and fears still trouble her, and life here is anything but quiet, but with Lady and Buttercup and Katniss here to keep her company Prim really feels content for the first time in years.

As a direct result, or maybe just because she feels more comfortable reaching out again, she has done her best to be a friendly and steadying presence for Auri. Prim remembers what it felt like to be so lost and afraid. So she's done her best to leave useful things for her friend. Milk and cheese to start. Sometimes ribbon and the one that Auri gave her during their first meeting is always tied into her own hair. Sometimes Prim braids it through her hair, like a colorful trail through her blonde strands. Over time, doing so has become second nature, a physical symbol of a friendship she has come to treasure.

Today, she decides to settle on the ground with Buttercup while Lady grazes nearby. Her cat settles in her lap while the goat wanders happily around the pen. The milk and cheese are resting on their normal post on the fence a ways down, far enough that if Auri decides to let Prim know she's around, there's still enough space between them that Prim won't be seen as a threat. She's done her best to be nothing less than friendly and a safe presence, but she of all people knows that that sort of fear doesn't go away easily.

For now, she simply rests against one of the fence posts, petting her cat calmly. "This place isn't perfect," she murmurs quietly to Buttercup, "but it's a lot better than Panem. I kind of like it here."

The cat doesn't respond much beyond yawning. Prim smiles anyway.

for Newt

[palegoldenlight]

Auri knows her most well-traveled rooms and corridors in the Underthing as well as she knows her own name. Her new name, that is, given by a friend, all bright and shiny and unburdened of the weight in the name she laid aside.

And so she also knows when something has changed. When the air is disturbed and something is here that doesn't belong.  It isn't the sort of grating, awful sense of something wrong, when whatever has come in is a threat to both Auri and to the possibility of the room ever being set right again.  When what came changed it unalterably for the worse.

Whatever this is, it doesn't belong here, but it doesn't feel like it's scraping her raw.  She creeps closer, bare feet silent on the warm stone floor.  Peering around the corner, she draws up short.  She's never seen one of these before.

A mooncalf stands there on its four webbed feet, its long neck swiveling as it turns to look at her.

"What are you doing here?" she murmurs very softly.  "I don't think anyone's seen the likes of you before, except perhaps in faerie.  Be sure you don't venture out On Top of Things when anyone is looking."