1. A little girl walked down the streets of Aqures Ixen, Dragging behind her a sword nearly her length. The blade much too heavy for a child her size, But she made up in cheer what she lacked in strength. She wore bedclothes, trimmed with flowers of gold, Upon fabric soft and white. Her hair was tangled where a crown often sat, On windblown tresses, red and bright. No shoes on her feet, though she seemed not to mind. She walked with purpose and will. Though she’d been taught speak not to strangers, She approached another Hero still. “Greetings, Hero, in this land far away. Where does the Calamity creep? We must beat it, and fast, so I can go home. My Father will worry if I stay asleep.”
7. The airship soared high above the land, And Aurora leaned far o’er the starboard rail. Though the sight from above was a marvel to most, She sighed as the ship continued to sail. She turned back, sadly, and to her moogle said, “These ships are such cumbersome things. Though, true, they fly swift and high in the sky, ‘Tis not the same as having wings.” The moogle shrugged as he flitted above. He saw no flaw in her speech. Though the Heroes had magic and powers unknown, Flight still proved beyond their reach. Aurora plopped down under the mast. She folded her hands under her chin. Since this flight did not measure up, She’d find other amusement, then.
[[ooc: if anyone wants to respond, feel free. You do not need to rhyme (although Aurora will correct characters with any rhymes she feels fit). I am mostly testing to see if playing her this way is achievable, or if the rhyming is going to get super old super fast.]]
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A little girl walked down the streets of Aqures Ixen,
Dragging behind her a sword nearly her length.
The blade much too heavy for a child her size,
But she made up in cheer what she lacked in strength.
She wore bedclothes, trimmed with flowers of gold,
Upon fabric soft and white.
Her hair was tangled where a crown often sat,
On windblown tresses, red and bright.
No shoes on her feet, though she seemed not to mind.
She walked with purpose and will.
Though she’d been taught speak not to strangers,
She approached another Hero still.
“Greetings, Hero, in this land far away.
Where does the Calamity creep?
We must beat it, and fast, so I can go home.
My Father will worry if I stay asleep.”
7.
The airship soared high above the land,
And Aurora leaned far o’er the starboard rail.
Though the sight from above was a marvel to most,
She sighed as the ship continued to sail.
She turned back, sadly, and to her moogle said,
“These ships are such cumbersome things.
Though, true, they fly swift and high in the sky,
‘Tis not the same as having wings.”
The moogle shrugged as he flitted above.
He saw no flaw in her speech.
Though the Heroes had magic and powers unknown,
Flight still proved beyond their reach.
Aurora plopped down under the mast.
She folded her hands under her chin.
Since this flight did not measure up,
She’d find other amusement, then.
[[ooc: if anyone wants to respond, feel free. You do not need to rhyme (although Aurora will correct characters with any rhymes she feels fit). I am mostly testing to see if playing her this way is achievable, or if the rhyming is going to get super old super fast.]]