The morning was slow to come, after all, even the gods in charge of the passage of dark into the light were now nothing but slaves to the archfiend and his companions. Hours passed, and it only felt like a minute; the same was true for the clocks and any indication of time's passage. Splitting herself into three, Aura required all the help that she could get. Her real body was with Zephyr, and enjoying the show, while the other two were handling different issues.
Gathered by the campfire, her clone was keeping Freya and Charlotte company. The duo had been feeling lost ever since learning what was truly going on inside Zephyr's tent. One felt shame, and the other's mind played the young boy and older woman fantasy. But in the end, it was all to aid the women and the next generation, or at least that's what Aura had been convincing them to believe.
