Auri Warps Reality
- She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
Auri nodded to herself. Her tiny face was grave. She scooped the waxy fine-ground fruit into a sieve and set the sieve atop a gather jar.
She closed her eyes. She drew her shoulders back. She took a slow and steady breath.
There was tension in the air. A weight. A wait. There was no wind. She did not speak. The world grew and stretched tight.
Auri drew a breath and opened up her eyes.
Auri was urchin small. Her tiny feet upon the stone were bare.
Auri stood, and in the circle of her golden hair she grinned and bought the weight of her desire down full upon the world.
And all things shook. And all things knew her will. And all things bent to please her.
