Crème-de-Brumant, goddess of the Auroral Stream
"Hey little brother!"
"We're twins, and I'm not so little anymore!"
"You're still a minute younger. How've you been doing?"
"Oh, you know, same old things... You?"
"Oh, found out the old Incarna that used to have my job had chosen, nothing special..." Ardis-Iara was agog.
"Brum! That's big news, where are they hiding?"
"That's the thing, they found them on the loom of fate, but declared them 'missing', it's very irregular. Who's the tot?"
"Oh, meet my newest, Reyana."
"Reyana, such a lovely child, I am your aunt, you can call me Brum, like your father does."
"Auntie Brum!" The child, at most 8 years of age, enunciated the words forcefully, as if committing them to memory.
"You going to visit more often?"
"I'll have to, I'm told those chosen must be in the Mortal realms, so I'll be leading the investigation to find them. Given the nature of Auroras, I'll appreciate any knowledge your own position grants you about rainbows."
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