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Name; Auloria Mitissime
Alias; Auloria, Angel
Magic; Light, Prophecy
Age; 24
Status; Taken
Role; Minor Priestess of Sacrystis
Birthday; March 4th
Orientation; Lesbian
▬▬▬▬✧warm✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧quiet✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧bright✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧dainty✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧sociable✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧arbitrary✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧feminine✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧dignified✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧considerate✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧empathetic✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧determined✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧sentimental✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧disobedient✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧old-fashioned✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧self-conscious✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬✧noncompetitive✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Auloria, despite being a minor priestess, is favored heavily by the matron. She is a soft-hearted, loving young mare with bright ideas about the world and the people in it. However, as she was abandoned at the Solar Temple as a newborn, she has had little chance of actually experiencing it. Immediately taken in as a blessed filly for Sacrystis, many were unaware of her partial wildling heritage until she was much older. Some were offput by this revelation, but the other priestesses could not vocalize this distaste because of how the Matron acted towards Auloria. She is the Matron's shining sun, a gem in the world of stones, and though she is mildly disconcerted by Auloria's lack of desire to pursue the higher forms of priestess, she is nevertheless held very close to Mother's heart. If only the Matron knew that Auloria has started a romance with the florist, Mosaic, then maybe she would understand why the girl was getting so distant.. ▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬▬
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But with her sweet demeanor, angelic looks, and crown of pearls and gold--a gift from the Matron herself--many think Auloria is an angel, given to earth by Sacrystis to bless Paledon with graciousness, femininity, and warmth. It would explain a lot, and that seems to be the rumor that has travelled through Eastern Paledon the most. With her opalescent horn, long pale eyelashes, and silken body, she really does appear as a godly gift. The possibilities seem endless, but what is affirmed is that Auloria has inspired many ponies--male and female alike--to dedicate their lives to Sacrystis and live in harmony with the Solar Matron in the Temple of the Sun ▬▬✧✧✧▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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She was born with prophetic and light magicks,
but with control over only her light magic. She
enjoys wielding this magic as it she creates an
array of glitter, glimmers, and beautiful halos
all for worship of Sacrystis and the enjoyment
of the Matron. With this light magic, she is
also able to make beautiful, sheer and
heavenly instruments to strum for the crowds
who gather at the Solar Temple. She plays for
their amusement and bewilderment at her
talents, but rarely for herself. Only when she
is alone does she pull out an old, mahogany
lute and strum it gently for herself. While in
this solitude she dares sing, conscientious of
her delicate, quavering voice and how it
sounds when singing in the temple. She much
prefers singing while in a small room, where
the space does not let her voice ring out so
loud, and she can lull herself to sleep in peace ✧
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✧However, Auloria's prophetic magic is most
frightening to her. It does not work as
normal prophecies do, nor does it work
when she looks into one's eyes, but rather,
in the corner of her eyes she glimpses things
that have occurred, or will occur in that
location. She has seen many frightening
things, from robberies to murders, old
monsters roaming when Paledon was in
its youth, when ponies did not civilize
into cities and towns. She has glimpsed
when Allewyth withdrew as court mage
and stumbled into the dark, crying madly
at her failure to enamor Solaris. She has
seen Lunare and Solaris frolicking as
young colt and filly, running in the streets
playing tag or hide-and-seek. And she has
seen Frostbite, limping from Solaris' palace
with gold scars running across his body like
veins in stone. His feet freezing the ground
beneath him, face set in a stony grimace
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It was truly an accident that Auloria fell in love with someone. She was merely going about her day, looking for a perfect bouquet for flowers for Sacrystis' altar and to give to the Matron. There were only a few florists that she trusted, but she was tempted to go outside her comfort and find someone really special. That's when she stumbled across Mosaic, and the flowers the batpony was selling were so perfect, and beautiful, she couldn't help but continue to return, always for something new, different, a prettier bundle. But after time and again, returning back to the silken-haired mare, Auloria knew she wasn't returning just for Sacrystis' sake, or to please the Matron. She was there to talk gently with Mosaic, browse for a hour in her company, and hope the mare would understand her growing feelings. Auloria found it silly, at first, the idea that she could possibly be attracted to someone, or even think of disobeying the Matron's rules. But she couldn't deny the aching in her heart after leaving Mosaic, the desire to return to the fragrant shop, stand among the petals of roses and lilies, and admire the mare under guise of looking over flowers ▬✧✧✧▬▬
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