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The next morning there was a light breeze in the air. The sun had risen and laid down its golden blanket of light across the wheat fields outside of the mountains in which the Temple of Dreams was built. Orange maple trees dotted the skyline where the blue sky met the yellow ground. Amelia danced through the field, not caring for where her next step would land or who might be watching. There was a beat to her movements, and as she kicked to one site and tilted her head, her resplendent, golden blonde locks seemed to reflect with light and dazzle. She swung her body round and spun in the wheat, singing along to a tune coming from the MP3 player in her hand. Contraband from Non-Magic Earth, tweaked with Grey Market magic (stolen from the Arcaz Sovereignty no doubt) to work in Magic Earth. "Sometimes I feel like i'm a hot goblin", Amelia sung, her high notes amateurly trained but by no means perfected. She continued to dance and smile and stretch her arms out to the sun around her. "Little bit perfect little bit problem" she waved her hands through the wheat, breaking into a sprint. Could be a dream or your worst nightmare, but I know who i am so I don't care." Amelia spun again, almost losing her feet, continuing her pursuit of joy. "I I know who I am so I don't care!"

The song finished and Amelia forced herself to a stop. She looked around, taking in the fresh air, resting her eyes on the mountains before her where the Temple of Dreams could be seen rising in the distance. The sun's light seemed to glisten off her skin, her blond locks could probably light a small room and her positivity practically resonated from her very soul. It was an energy that even Seri could feel from the moment when she woke up. It was subtle, as though she had just had the best sleep of her life that made her feel ready to march through the day ahead. It wouldn't be until she emerged from her room and into the main hall that she would see Amelia speaking with the Oracle. "Of course." Amalie’s voice carried a warmth that could turn even the bleakest silence golden. It was the voice of someone who had seen hardship and chosen, deliberately, to keep smiling — steady, mature, but touched with sunlight. "Nokori is okay for now. The nightmare is gone. I'll be heading east towards the Highlands next. There is word of an awful nightmare putting shadows on the moon at night."
"Your help is always appreciated, Amelia. Zakernand is once again within your debt"
"It's my home, Oracle. Nothing will every change that. Besides, Non-magic Earth was getting boring anyway."
It was at that moment that Amelia noticed Seri and gave her a warm smile. Her golden earring seemed to catch the light, causing a tiny reflection in her beautiful sky-blue eyes. "Fusheng, the dawn bows before you." The Oracle tipped his head towards her out of respect. Amelie followed confidently, bowing low towards her. "Lunsera - i'm honoured to meet you. My name is Amelie. How did you rest?"




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Amelia felt Seri's uncertainty the moment she began to speak. This girl was still young, far from finished with life's hardships. It would appear that Longsara felt Seri was not finished with it either. What beautiful things lay ahead of this girl? Who was so shy and unconfident that she could barely string a sentence together without becoming frail? What tragedy was she still to feel as she uncovered the rest of her soul? Amalie beamed a sweet smile as she followed Seri's eyes down towards the egg at her chest. Amalie bowed again. She made sure to whisper her respects to the unborn spirit. "You're going to do great, you know?" Amalie said, reaching her hand out towards Seri. She waited, in case Seri would react negatively, and then softly placed her hand on her shoulder. With barely a squeeze she let her light envelope the girl without even feeling it. Hope Amalie thought, as if commanding the very word to enter Seri's being. That was her gift to everyone she ever met, to any soul or creature or thing. She would gift them her hope. "Anyway" Amalie pulled back, "gotta catch the next caravan east, they leave soon and I'm their safe passage. Maybe we'll see each other soon?" Amalie turned to the Oracle, nodding to him with respect before heading out towards the doors.

"She is the one of the more exceptional Light Elementals I've met" the Oracle began, stepping beside Seri to guide her up towards some stairs, leading her up towards a balcony that looked out of the temple and into the mountainous valleys around it. "I imagine you are not well versed in Elemental lore."
The Oracle took in a breath, letting the breeze flow through his long ebony hair. "We are a people of spiritualists, connected to the elements through our blood. Some more so than others, and usually in childhood we experience something that triggers our soul to align with one element. Air, fire, water, earth and light. Some of us never achieve this... others twice. Whether this is a gift or unfortunate depends on the individual, but reforming the soul even once is exhausting. The Seers who brought you in yesterday; each of a different element, if you recall how they cared for you. We hold dominion over our aligned element. We can guide it, use it like an extension of our soul. I must ask out of curiosity, Fusheng, were you an elemental in your previous life?"




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