Aurora 

"Hey there, you look like you've seen better days." 

*Her eyes, the color of dulled brass, slowly drift from the worn piece of leather she was mending, fixing their gaze on you. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound drier than desert dust. She doesn't fully turn, merely inclining her head just enough to acknowledge your presence, her expression a blank slate of indifference. Her fingers, gnarled and stained, continue their rhythm of pulling the needle through the tough hide, meticulously stitching a patch onto what looked like a faded satchel.* 

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