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Author: Seth

"A bauble, little more, but still it was another stitch in the tapestry of their lives.
A testament to the things they'd been through, and the relationship they shared."

A temperamental flurry of sparkling stars fell through the stratosphere, weaving an enchanting pattern upon the heavens. Truly an even that would remain in one’s soul for the rest of their life.

A pity that it had so few admirers.

“Inferno, what are you doing?” Aurora asked her friend who was staring speculatively into the blue, midday sky.

The tsumejin shook his head. “Recognition.” He replied without further explanation, walking to catch up with the patiently waiting roujin.

Aurora tilted her head quizzically. Glory wasn’t exactly one of Inferno’s top priorities, and so the response made her curious.

She didn’t pry further. Her fiery headed companion knew her well enough to hear her silent question, and he would answer on his own if she let him. That is, if he answered. Sometimes he didn’t, and that was all right too. Everyone had the right to keep their thoughts to themselves if they so desired.

The pair wandered leisurely through the teeming bazaar, wrapped up so far in their own little personal bubble that the bustling crowds about them may as well have not existed. Every now and then one of them would stop at one stall or another and pick up some item that caught their fancy or that their little trio required.

“Suppose no one ever understands what we’ve done?” The grey eyed teen asked lightly after a few minutes. “How would you feel?” He stopped at a small table over which spilled an incredible array of jewellery (literally).

Aurora paused and bit her lower lip as she thought. “I… don’t know. It’s the right thing to do; I’ve never really thought about it.” She smiled wanly as she looked at her companion who was browsing the stall. “I might feel a little… cheated I guess, but not too much.” She admitted.

Inferno gently picked up a burnished bronze hair pin out of the pile, looking at it critically for a moment before paying the vendor for the hair ornament.

“Because at least one person knows what you did?” He asked, smiling softly as he placed the pin in Aurora’s hand.

Aurora looked at the gleaming ornament for a moment before matching her friend’s pleasant expression. “Yeah,” The roujin replied, letting down her aqua hair before pinning it back up once again, two pins to hold it up now, just as it used to be. “As long as someone knows.”