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[Aubrae]

ONE DAY WHEN MY LIGHT IS GLOWING
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34th Day of Winter, 513 AV

As soon as Aubrae had gotten out of bed this morning, she knew today would be different. Of course, living in Alvadas every day there was something different and new to keep life exciting, but today she felt was especially special. She began her day as she did most days with her daily regimen of stretching and strength training, loosening her muscles and strengthening them before loosening them once more. Her routine was energized with the thought of what today could bring and an idea that had been wedging its way to the forefront of her brain for weeks since she had met other performers in the Bizarre.

Once she was finished, she dressed in her usual colorful outfit and left her mother's home, a sad smile crossing her face as she closed the familiar door behind her. Living alone with the memories of her mother in the home was taking its toll on her.

"One of these days...I'm going to travel away from here," she thought to herself as she rounded the corner and glanced back, the street already changing and shifting behind her. Her childhood home was gone, replaced now by a shimmering fountain that appeared to have a living stone tiger in the center. With the visual gone, her sad smile vanished and was replaced by her usual easy-going smile. Her step was energized once again and she set off down the curving road, the brown-furred cobblestones beneath her feet giving her a little bounce in her walk as well.

She didn't originally have a plan of where she wanted to go, which in Alvadas was usually the best place to travel. The city had a way of knowing where you needed to be, even if you didn't know it yourself, and getting you there if you just let it. Aubrae knew that from years of living in the city of Illusions and was always willing to let Alvadas take her where it pleased.

After a few minutes, she found herself at a dead end with only a swinging sign above her head and a murky shop window to tell her anything about her surroundings. She couldn't see into the shop, but the sign said "Alchemmia Alchae". Something about the name rang a bell and as there was nowhere else to go except back along the now-tiger-striped path with some nasty looking vines along the sides, she turned to find the door right next to her and entered.

The interior was not much more inviting than the exterior and she tried to explore but there wasn't much to see besides the counter and shelves with books titled "Alchemy for Beginners", "Alchemy Myths", and other such titles.

"Uh, hello? Is anyone here?" Aubrae called cheerfully, peering around the crack in the door that led to the back room.

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[Kuvarakh]

Kuvarakh did his meditating at night, to correspond with the schedules his fellow Alvads adhered to. Truly though, he needed no sleep. He wished often that he could lose himself in the oblivion of sleep. It had been so long he'd lost touch with the concept of dreaming, or he might have assumed his dreams would give him no relent, whether he slept or not.

He used his meditation time to purge himself of his world weariness. A sort of self hypnosis wherein he gazed in a mirror and let his mind generate a separate self; a double vision of himself. He then let this image embody all the negative feelings he had for his prolonged endurance, envisioning it sneering with the jaded discontent of anticipated centuries of pointless existence. Let it absorb the sorrow of understanding his need for solitary stagnation.

He'd already grown into and through several "rounds" of friendships. Watching his acquaintances grow old and die, suffering through the guilt of living on. Did he feel bad because he pitied them for their lack of continued personal growth? Or was it that he felt their spirits looking through the veil of Ukalas, shaking their head at him for his dogged refusal to submit to death and rebirth. As he dismissed the other manifestation of himself, the one carrying all the negativity, he immediately felt better, lighter.

He had no idea if it was all in his mind or if he'd truly imparted his darker feelings to some expelled mental avatar. But it worked, so what did it matter? He still had his goals, to give his life purpose and direction. Some had failed him, some had been failed BY him. But it always seemed that some divine intervention presented him a new one whenever an old one faded from significance.

He needed to get back to the mansion some time soon. But for now, it was time to put in a few days of work at the shop. But first, the cleaning, the hygiene. Every Nuit understood the need for meticulous cleaning. When he was finished, he smelled flowers. He chuckled to himself at thought that he was so clean, he'd become fragrant! He knew it didn't work that way, so he knew Wanda, his boss, had arrived.

But it was not her voice her heard. This was a younger one. Naturally, he would never relay this detail to Wanda. He was not so out of touch with mortals as that! His meditation was as much to retain his connection with society as anything. He felt very strongly the desire to contribute to society's improvement. In this way, he was vastly different than most other Nuits.

Wanda was apparently busy in the transmutation chamber. She was probably waterproofing some cloth or coloring some metal. Kuvarakh stretched and straightened his clothing, and walked out to the front room of the shop. There was a young woman there that seemed somehow familiar. "Yes, miss," he answered with a smile, "What can I do for you?"

[Aubrae]

ONE DAY WHEN MY LIGHT IS GLOWING
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Aubrae was not an impatient woman and she was perfectly content to look around the shop, even if it was a bit bare, while she waited to see if the purveyor of the establishment was around. It was curious that she had lived in Alvadas her whole life and never once been in this shop. However, in Alvadas with the ever-changing streets, it wasn't impossible that she wouldn't have found the shop, having never gone looking for such a place.

Her inspection of the books behind the counter was interrupted by a man entering the front of the shop through the door she had been trying to peek through earlier. Her expression immediately brightened into a welcoming smile as the middle-aged man greeted her. Something about him was familiar...

"Oh! I remember you! From the Bizarre, a few weeks ago!" Aubrae chirped happily, clasping her hands together in excitement as she realized where she knew the man from. "My name is Aubrae, and now I know why the name of the shop is familiar. You mentioned that if we ever got a group together to come visit you here." She was grinning from ear to ear, genuinely happy that she recognized the man and had a reason for why Alvadas had guided her here today.

"I am sorry, I don't really need anything from your shop in particular. Alvadas has a way of taking us where we need to be, however," she said with an apologetic smile, hoping he would understand as a fellow resident of the city of illusion. "Your idea of purchasing a space and starting up a troupe in the Bizarre has been stuck in my mind ever since we met that day."

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[Kuvarakh]

Kuvarakh's grimace held a great deal of good humor. He leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially, "Not a terribly good name, if you ask me, but it does have that quality of being memorable, once it finally sinks in."

He leaned back and appraised her, one eye squinting, his chin cupped in one hand. "Ye-e-e-s...you're the young dancer with the need for a stage. Have you had any success finding...whoever it is that provides such...aid to...cultural pursuits?" Her look spoke of a desire to stay upbeat despite a lack of such success. He spared her this answer by continuing. "Well, I'm afraid this isn't really the place to get the BASIC materials to build a stage. This where you BRING them, once you have them. To get them embellished with glamours and sparkle, swirls and lights and flashes of sparks and feathers, choirs of Alvina, singing their praises to Rhaus!"

His voice and his gestures grew more exuberant with each word. He suddenly cringed playfully and turned to give a sheepish grin to his boss, Wanda, who stood in the doorway, watching him with an amused scowl, tapping her feet and shaking her head. "Alvadas needs to take him back to work." she smirked, turning and disappearing back into the other room.

But Kuvarakh felt a spark of epiphany at her words. That same sense of destiny was what had brought him here a few years ago. Since his arrival, a variety of things had arisen to convince him that they were the grand purpose for which he'd been led here. There had been his initial obsession to find Akajia, feeling that his lack of success in Riverfall had suggested he do it though her rumored friendship with Ionu.

This fell through, coinciding with the rise of the magic guild he'd helped found. This too, faded out when the bulk of its membership departed for some military campaign back east. He'd been left without sufficient authority to extend the contract on the facility, and having no place to practice or do research, it had fallen through as well.

There was his belief that Wanda was his reborn wife, dead since the birth of their subsequently murdered daughter. Wanda herself even considered this a possibility, based on her OWN dreams and visions. But she had no desire to become a Nuit. There was an unspoken connection between them, but there was no practical solution.

And now there was his connection to the Andres Towers mansion and its sentience. He was glad to have found this diversion from the tedium of sleepless eternity. All these things had felt like the reason he'd been led here. Perhaps they all were. But this girl before him struck him the same way, with her comment on how 'Alvadas has a way of taking us where we need to be.'

"Oh, don't be sorry, it's quite alright. For I happen to share that notion of destiny." he let an apologetic look cross his features. "I'm afraid I can not honestly say I have thought about our conversation at The Bizarre since that day. But I CAN say that I meant what I said. And if you feel as though you were nudged in my direction, I can agree that there must be some reason for it."

He came around from behind the counter. "Look, I don't know if putting a 'business' spin on this makes it seem wrong somehow, but I would pay for the space for you to perform, if we could outfit you in alchemically enhanced attire, and let your performance serve as sort of advertising for this shop as well as for yourself. Or if you'd rather, let us place some of our goods nearby to catch the eyes of those you draw. I don't know, I just get the feeling it could grow into something much bigger."