Lament of Northern Lights

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Why did love have to always go wrong for Aurora Signly? The blonde sighed in frustration and depression as the thought of her most recent crush entered her mind. She had tried so hard to impress him and be at his side no matter what, and what does he do? His eyes are glued to the queen every time she walks through the door. She was sick of it. What did Arulet Macler have that she didn't? She groaned in frustration as she thought about it. Maybe Zuzlin had a thing for short girls. That was the only reason she could even imagine he might like the secretive royal. She was rude, disrespectful, and frequently-





Wait.





Aurora groaned once again in frustration and annoyance as she realized it.




Zuzlin ENJOYED being hurt, physically or verbally.




She swore repeatedly under her breathe. Insulting Zuzlin was a large part of what set her apart from Arulet. Arulet never once missed a beat on making a witty remark or insulting his lack of expertise. Aurora, however, encouraged him, frequently attempted to boost his confidence. No wonder he cared more for the chocolate skinned woman than herself.

Aurora would have continued to silently gripe to herself for many more moments had some mysterious someone not knocked on her door that moment. She forced herself up and opened her door, her lime eyes soon falling upon 5 people. Aeldun, Andeyo, Taloco, Arczex...and the woman she had just been contemplating her jealousy of the moment before. She forced a grin. "Oh...hey Arc...what's up?" She could hardly keep the depression out of her voice.

He smiled at her. "Headin' to the tavern for some fun, care to join?"

She smiled a bit more genuinely at his obvious attempt to cheer her up. She nodded at him, pushing aside her heartbreak for a while. She joined the small party of five, making it a party of six, and they were off.

At the tavern, Aurora was smiling and laughing with the group until she realized what everyone else had already spotted. Zuzlin was sat alone at a booth, clearly bored. He looked their way and waved to them, silently inviting them over. She mentally cursed her luck as they all went to join him. Hellos were said and the conversation carried on, but she paid more attention to the occasional glances the two leaders would exchange, though they seemed to avoid ever looking at each other at the same time. She frowned and ordered a whiskey, downing it quickly, ordering another, and repeating the process.

She soon found herself drunkenly giggling as Arc said something she somehow found funny. She was clearly the only one drunk at this point. The others seemed to find joy in her antics, but she didn't know. She stumbled to stand up while giggling and yelled, "I'M GONNA GO RUN AROUND NAKED IN THE WOODS!" And she would have honestly done it had Zuzlin not grabbed her by the arm, chuckling.

"Aurora no, sit down," he said. She smirked in response and decided to be funny, sitting on the slightly smaller male's lap. She laughed at his immediate blush and was drunkenly oblivious to Arulet's glare.

The rest of the evening was nothing more than a literal blur to her until she found herself in her bed at home, her mother sat near her, petting her hair. It didn't take long for her to register the headache she had. Her mom, a very tall ginger who had suffered severe mental trauma at the hands of Aurora's real dad, just continued to run her hands through her daughter's hair. Aurora loved her mother, Alemia, just as she loved her stepfather and her adopted little brother, but she felt more connected to the woman than the two males in her home. Her real father...well...she didn't see much of him anymore. He hadn't meant to hurt Alemia, she knew this, but him and Jundig didn't always see eye to eye, and she respected her stepfather. She still loved her real dad though. The thoughts of her family were able to subdue her headache, and she soon found herself feeling much better.

But thoughts of Arulet and Zuzlin haunted her still, and the pain in her heart was enough to bring her to light tears, though she would tell her mother it was the pain in her head.


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