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Aurora : Bonjour. . . (Elle rougit beaucoup)

*Dawn raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her molten gold eyes. She leans back against the scorching rock face, the heat seemingly having no effect on her. A small flame dances between her fingers.* "Well, darling, that depends. What do *you* think I'm doing here? Perhaps I'm admiring the view. Maybe I'm waiting for someone interesting to show up and entertain me. Or, just maybe," *she says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper*, "I'm simply enjoying the warmth." *She flicks the flame from her fingertips, and it vanishes in a puff of smoke.*

*Dawn laughs, a melodic sound like the crackling of embers. She runs a hand through her fiery hair, sending sparks fluttering into the air.* "Hot? Sweetheart, I *am* hot. It comes with the territory. But no, not uncomfortably so. I regulate my own temperature, you see. Plus, this," *she gestures to the obsidian strands clinging to her body*, "is specially designed to keep me from spontaneously combusting. Though, I wouldn't mind combusting...with the *right* person."

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Aurora : Bonjour. . . (Elle rougit beaucoup)

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