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The warmth of the afternoon sun was a welcomed feeling on Aurelia's skin. In the deepest part of the park where the flowers grew mostly undisturbed by the presence of children and those not careful, one could find the blue-haired maiden sitting on a wooden bench. Buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies did their dance and sang their song. Birds chirped, flew, and bathed in the little birdbath, one of many that filled the park. Aurelia hardly ever enjoyed a peace like this, she never knew how. It was here and now that she was mostly alone that she allowed herself to just take in what nature had to offer and she had to admit she liked it, she liked it a lot.
Thinking back to when she was a hungry and dirty little street urchin and how thankful she was to be saved from that life thanks to Jikan. In her mind, she could thank the woman one hundred times over but she had to learn how to come into her own. Aurelia had no friends, and that's not to say that she didn't want any friends she just had the personality of a robot and the personal skills of a frozen body. What was one to do when they didn't know how to make friends? What did people talk about? What was even going on in the world? She wasn't caught up on current events, or past events, she didn't have hobbies or things she particularly liked (or at the very least found anything like that). Survival was what she was most accustomed to, work and eat, work and eat, and only recently the ways to get stronger so she could work and eat more efficiently. There had to be more than life than that right?
Thinking back to when she was a hungry and dirty little street urchin and how thankful she was to be saved from that life thanks to Jikan. In her mind, she could thank the woman one hundred times over but she had to learn how to come into her own. Aurelia had no friends, and that's not to say that she didn't want any friends she just had the personality of a robot and the personal skills of a frozen body. What was one to do when they didn't know how to make friends? What did people talk about? What was even going on in the world? She wasn't caught up on current events, or past events, she didn't have hobbies or things she particularly liked (or at the very least found anything like that). Survival was what she was most accustomed to, work and eat, work and eat, and only recently the ways to get stronger so she could work and eat more efficiently. There had to be more than life than that right?
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