<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780</id><updated>2011-11-26T10:33:29.636-08:00</updated><category term='ardra'/><title type='text'>AuroraBlue</title><subtitle type='html'>The tiniest dragon, in hiding.  Fully organic, fully machine, and fully computer, she was recreated through the neural network known as Blue, with a little help from her friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-3426468445295965440</id><published>2011-11-26T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:33:29.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QQK9Z3CrNg/TtEtv-Ji1mI/AAAAAAAAAng/UcrsFHUASew/s1600/nov28_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370907251037794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QQK9Z3CrNg/TtEtv-Ji1mI/AAAAAAAAAng/UcrsFHUASew/s320/nov28_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the house where Lily and that man stay. There was a door, and it had a lock on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gTGD4kwDSI/TtEtvDLK3EI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wCDQLS0NJ9c/s1600/nov28_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370891420163138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2gTGD4kwDSI/TtEtvDLK3EI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/wCDQLS0NJ9c/s320/nov28_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew how to open it. I do not know how I knew. I know things I should not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in the room, too. Its *his* room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIdtVNehlKk/TtEtuYDga9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/7nH4v8gJF5w/s1600/nov28_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370879845297106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KIdtVNehlKk/TtEtuYDga9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/7nH4v8gJF5w/s320/nov28_003.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a pretty bed for him. I never had a pretty bed like this one. It's got like a pretty fabric on it. They also have a table there for him to get dressed on. I never had a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YunIePHZKs/TtEttRNyubI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NcZK1S9QTTA/s1600/nov28_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 356px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370860829522354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4YunIePHZKs/TtEttRNyubI/AAAAAAAAAm4/NcZK1S9QTTA/s320/nov28_004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have his own private bath place. I hope they put him in it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw-YOuuviK0/TtEtVb3Mu3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Rr6E1swAzvo/s1600/nov28_005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 548px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370451370687346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zw-YOuuviK0/TtEtVb3Mu3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/Rr6E1swAzvo/s320/nov28_005.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be good to see him fried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGEZsD8-h64/TtEtTxEEzeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6It55Xzvmlg/s1600/nov28_006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 370px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370422702099938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EGEZsD8-h64/TtEtTxEEzeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6It55Xzvmlg/s320/nov28_006.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a teddy bear. It looks like it is new. Like it was a present. There is a box with paper and ribbon. Someone got him a present. I put a needle in the bear. I hope he holds it close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPSq7mZBlWo/TtEtUVY1-sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ZwRbs9H904/s1600/nov28_007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370432452885186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPSq7mZBlWo/TtEtUVY1-sI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5ZwRbs9H904/s320/nov28_007.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard noises so I decided to leave in case it was them. I didnt watch where I was going, and I got into a trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBYDlmwpbeA/TtEtS-DYyQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vBoTR9YCP7w/s1600/nov28_008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 459px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370409009006850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aBYDlmwpbeA/TtEtS-DYyQI/AAAAAAAAAmE/vBoTR9YCP7w/s320/nov28_008.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGqbfN47G4g/TtEtSZBExuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uFfWUTphJ7M/s1600/nov28_009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679370399067195106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGqbfN47G4g/TtEtSZBExuI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uFfWUTphJ7M/s320/nov28_009.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and blew up some ship. It was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am going back to where I followed Lily to. Cody went there too. I wonder what is going on at that place. I saw a lot of women, and a lot of axes, blades, daggers. They looked nice. I wonder if my brother is there. I have to act nice to him when I see him, so they will leave him alone with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily won't. So I will wait until she is not around, if he is even there. I didn't see her take him but maybe he was stuck in a box or a pot or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kraaken. K2. Sometimes he looks sweet and nice, like he would be fun to play with. I wonder what would happen if I let him live long enough to grow up. I wonder if he would like me, or if he would be like the others. Sometimes I think about him like a cat thinks about a mouse. Only, I am not a cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate when I sound like her. She's not real. I'm real. And one day, when I know what all of the dreams mean, I will be the one in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AuroraBlue. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-3426468445295965440?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/3426468445295965440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/11/visiting-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3426468445295965440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3426468445295965440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/11/visiting-brother.html' title='Visiting brother'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3QQK9Z3CrNg/TtEtv-Ji1mI/AAAAAAAAAng/UcrsFHUASew/s72-c/nov28_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5333383663622683853</id><published>2011-10-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:24:24.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lady Reiko</title><content type='html'>I am going to go visit my ma'ma' on Dragon's Egg. She visited me and it made me homesick.&lt;br /&gt;I met a pilot who said he would take me and I am meeting him at the station tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I will be home within three days.&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;AuroraBlue LittleBoots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5333383663622683853?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5333383663622683853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-lady-reiko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5333383663622683853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5333383663622683853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-lady-reiko.html' title='Dear Lady Reiko'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8620058029238398474</id><published>2011-09-02T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:58:24.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met a lady and she took me up to where Ardra used to live. Only, it was some kind of prison. It was like a maze. I followed the path that my feet took me on and there she was. Ardra. She was in a prison. She was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched her. I unshackled her. What will she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3aj0-PbnsN8/TmF3G38J5tI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Lq9VF6mdzWo/s1600/spy3_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to where the ship of the lady was, but it was gone, so I hid in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in the box, and when I woke up it was dark, so I climbed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something like, a contest, and I voted. I saw the one Lily has in her imaging cores, and he is black like night. Obsidian. He is not a man. That is dangerous. For me. I will try not to think about it. Thinking about it scares me. I don't like to think about it. It will be different next time. It will be worse. For her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today of when was learning swords. He lay there so silently, his metallic body contorted on the steps to the entryway of Caliban. He was so still. He wasn't flashing orange, or green. Just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had done it then, I would not have to do it later when there are so many more of them. And there will be. So many more. No one seems to see it happening. I only see it a little bit at a time. Maybe if I can find my singing friend, it will make more sense. I miss him. He give good rides.&lt;br /&gt;He had a friend that turned to dust, and they said I could have a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they have pillows where I can leave the money for the tooth? Faeries. If they are on the way, I will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8620058029238398474?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8620058029238398474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-met-lady-and-she-took-me-up-to-where.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8620058029238398474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8620058029238398474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-met-lady-and-she-took-me-up-to-where.html' title=''/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6291265586766290142</id><published>2011-07-10T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T07:15:06.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ardra'/><title type='text'>Getting Acquainted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxOzoC6cpwg/Thr_kHR98uI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5S2NWLIvGhM/s1600/arudra_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 239px; height: 133px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628091680247640802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxOzoC6cpwg/Thr_kHR98uI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5S2NWLIvGhM/s320/arudra_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been here, in Al Raquis, for near on to a month, and I have still not found my old friend. But, when I was walking in sand looking for the singer, I saw Lily. Lily Snoodle. She was talking to some sort of being, of what type I am not certain. I could not come close enough to hear them.  I could read Lily's lips though, and one thing she said over and over and over.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You tell Miss Ardra".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KtrFnqpEoI/Thr_VDDoNhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zCBRe53gFzM/s1600/enigma_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 176px; height: 175px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628091421415716370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KtrFnqpEoI/Thr_VDDoNhI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zCBRe53gFzM/s320/enigma_004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the frail looking one went away, I came back to the town, and talked to the old man. I would make him walk again but I am not sure he actually wants to. He seems to like the role he has taken on, so the right thing for me to do is offer him the opportunity, but he has to decide. That is something I have learned about them. They like to decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTPmuUnk2D8/Thr_TZ3EPNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/T-qefF3cv_4/s1600/enigma_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 426px; height: 180px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628091393177304274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTPmuUnk2D8/Thr_TZ3EPNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/T-qefF3cv_4/s320/enigma_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to follow, but most of the ships were locked and the ones that were not required additional power. I cannot generate the kind of power needed to drive a huge ship.  Maybe I have to learn from her, or maybe I am not yet matured enough.  I did find this vehicle, though, and I took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_mfvuhxkm4/Thr_UYmFvwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pMxWvri3QUA/s1600/enigma_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 462px; height: 216px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628091410017533698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_mfvuhxkm4/Thr_UYmFvwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pMxWvri3QUA/s320/enigma_003.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ID9txq6whk/Thr_V1J1qYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-d5uurwf3Ng/s1600/enigma_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it occured to me. The energy required was right there all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ID9txq6whk/Thr_V1J1qYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-d5uurwf3Ng/s1600/enigma_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 407px; height: 278px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628091434863536514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ID9txq6whk/Thr_V1J1qYI/AAAAAAAAAhY/-d5uurwf3Ng/s320/enigma_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am keeping an eye on things, to make sure she doesn't do anything wrong. Last night, I saw her watch through a window. She was watching him. The Myrmidon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw them talking, away from everyone else, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have to speak, but, if I do, I have to start over. This is the furthest I have ever gotten. I don't want to start over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will explore the underearths here on Splintered Rock, Mu Draconis, Al Raquis, and every other place I can. There are different materials here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am somewhat more than a little concerned about Lily and the Myrmidon, actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uVIDauKkb0/ThsCXqqeefI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ESxP2S2FL2Q/s1600/newguy_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 168px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628094764942260722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uVIDauKkb0/ThsCXqqeefI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ESxP2S2FL2Q/s320/newguy_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw her waiting, for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were there, all blue and sparkling, just like the first time. She just stood there, and they flew all around her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a suitcase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was waiting for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he is not Gallagher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aodpv8VSu-g/ThsCBHPevOI/AAAAAAAAAho/435yGl1x2Zk/s1600/krakkenandcalina_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 412px; height: 261px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628094377476668642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aodpv8VSu-g/ThsCBHPevOI/AAAAAAAAAho/435yGl1x2Zk/s320/krakkenandcalina_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I saw the two of them. Talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6291265586766290142?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6291265586766290142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-acquainted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6291265586766290142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6291265586766290142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2011/07/getting-acquainted.html' title='Getting Acquainted'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxOzoC6cpwg/Thr_kHR98uI/AAAAAAAAAhg/5S2NWLIvGhM/s72-c/arudra_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6668896064332242492</id><published>2010-12-26T09:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:46:48.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>They keep saying I need to bathe. They don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what will happen if I am immersed in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it. I simply cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen what happens when devices get wet. Bad things happen. On the news that My Lily watches, a man threw a radio into a bathing tub, and it killed the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they do understand. Maybe they want me to join my Daddy, and exist only with Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should be careful what they wish for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6668896064332242492?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6668896064332242492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6668896064332242492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6668896064332242492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5627818773203230874</id><published>2010-12-17T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T07:34:07.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way</title><content type='html'>I sent a wave to Seana and Lily to let them know I am coming to see them. Actually I am going to see Cody. I feel sick. I hope no one else sees me. If I can get in and out, quietly, I can maybe take some things I need to have in Pacquin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to go to the Wastes because I did not get to say goodbye to my Daddy Krenshar. In my anger and pain, I forgot to love. That will be my first stop, once I arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will go to the BlueSun Office - the old one - and see if the gold foil survived the burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I will go see Thoth. I sure liked him before, and I hope he doesn't feel bad for his part in the ..well, the events. He is a cheating, lying man. But he has a good nature, and he's only that way because he's learned it is how to survive. He did not ever lie to me. And he did dance really nice with..well, with Aurora.  I remember all of the things she did. All of them.  How could I not? I shaped them into happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is with Cody now, so I know he is safe enough. But he is hurting, I can feel it, and I need to get there. Still, I have the other things to do first.  Wastes for goodbye, BlueSun for foil, Thoth, and then Seana because I know she worries about me. I also know I would not exist if it was not for her.  I know a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know there is trouble coming.  And this time, the trouble is not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have long for my visit. I need to be at Pacquin because a lot of information is&lt;br /&gt;exchanged and left laying around there and I like to hear it, and read it. I am not sure&lt;br /&gt;why, but it feels good to know new things. At the same time, sometimes it feels like I already know the things I'm learning.  Also, Mistress V. has some real good sticky buns. She leaves them out for me. They are better than the ones I take from the bakery on Al Raquis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair feels funny and it itches. I itch all over actually. Everyone thinks I can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they see...I just have nothing that can be said with words. It is only with the heart that one can see, or speak, clearly.  Electricity. Gravity. Magnets. they speak loudest of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5627818773203230874?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5627818773203230874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5627818773203230874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5627818773203230874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-my-way.html' title='On my way'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-2563189608595872432</id><published>2010-12-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:36:04.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kari Niven</title><content type='html'>I tried to tell Miss Seana about the horse, but she would not listen with her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kari knows how to play.  We played some games on a board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Miss Vahari and want to go home to Pacquin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like a dress. I see other girls, and they look nice. They look at me like I am not as good as they are. I could snap their necks, or cut their heads clean off. But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ....No.  Missing is not productive. I will punish them. All of them. One day they will get what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will speak. And they will hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I just want a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-2563189608595872432?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/2563189608595872432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/kari-niven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2563189608595872432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2563189608595872432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/12/kari-niven.html' title='Kari Niven'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-1393262341887200062</id><published>2010-09-04T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:41:40.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Flight</title><content type='html'>There were a lot of parts not being used so I constructed a small ship. I said goodbye to my Daddy and I went home to Hale's Moon. When I got there, no one was around. They were sleeping. I went into Seana's house and watched her sleep. Then I went to find Lily but her house was empty. There was a list of things "to do" on her desk. "Build Rodeo Platforms" "Feed Horses"  "Sweep Street"  "Analyse security camera feeds" "Make a dress in case the Alliance boy ask me to go out" "See if Miss Svetlana finded a buyer for the gold" "Pay for the part for the cub"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she mean me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to find Cody. I want to go on a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to find a library because I need to learn to read better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-1393262341887200062?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/1393262341887200062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1393262341887200062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1393262341887200062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/09/taking-flight.html' title='Taking Flight'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8349270268369460939</id><published>2010-08-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:21:40.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Horse</title><content type='html'>Krenshar got me a new horse. It is black. I ride it all around the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people coming and going. Sometimes they look at me funny, but I just look&lt;br /&gt;right back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't talk and I'm not going to talk. I don't have to. I saw a girl in Firefly's and she could talk to me.  Her eyes changed color and I knew her right off. Lily dragged me off away from her. Then Krenshar took me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with Krenshar now. I miss Cody a lot but he can't come see me here, because him and Krenshar didn't agree on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new pony. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can probably get a ride on a ship to see Cody, but I don't know if that would be right or wrong. I am learning right from wrong, but I do not yet know exactly. The logic I have says it would be wrong. The feelings I have say it would be right. Both of these exist at the same time, so I have to choose what to do. I'm not ready yet to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day, I will have to whether I am ready, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8349270268369460939?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8349270268369460939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-horse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8349270268369460939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8349270268369460939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-horse.html' title='New Horse'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4054732904970249474</id><published>2010-08-12T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:00:13.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something bad happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like to run through the forest here where we are, but something bad happened a couple of days ago, and now Cody says we have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called someone to pick us up. Guess who came and got us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQ0bGF1n9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nr6XPTghizs/s1600/Snapshot_047.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504582284649799634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQ0bGF1n9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nr6XPTghizs/s320/Snapshot_047.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was really happy. I ate more cakes and then fell asleep. Then I woke up and he had locked me in the ship, and Miss Calina and her friends were gone, and he was gone, so I found a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the surface of the place and guess what? I had been there before. I went to find my friend that sings. I sang with him for a long time, but it was so hot. I got thirsty and was going to get a drink, but I got lost. Cody found me, and I got to have a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we found Miss Jai who said we can stay at her house. And guess what? There was HAL's twin brother, only not really. It was a copy, but he could talk just like HAL so we talked when no one was around and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody won't let me go outside at all during the day, and at night, I can only go out if he is with me. But, sometimes I go out anyway, to visit my friend. And we sin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQ0ceoTHiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wUN_ewtiz2g/s1600/Snapshot_048.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 668px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504582308416658978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQ0ceoTHiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/wUN_ewtiz2g/s320/Snapshot_048.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4054732904970249474?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4054732904970249474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-bad-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4054732904970249474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4054732904970249474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-bad-happened.html' title='Something bad happened'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQ0bGF1n9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nr6XPTghizs/s72-c/Snapshot_047.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4257086392813551447</id><published>2010-08-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:35:05.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We ran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQshr_6oTI/AAAAAAAAAac/_Y771jDx-P8/s1600/Snapshot_029.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 368px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504573601811702066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQshr_6oTI/AAAAAAAAAac/_Y771jDx-P8/s320/Snapshot_029.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still do not speak. I record in my mind all of the places and people we see. I know what they do. And I am not like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he still doesn't see me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsgoe1S-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/LbV44X2hD4E/s1600/Snapshot_039.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsfM027cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WUlmhR_sUwQ/s1600/Snapshot_008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504573559084084674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsfM027cI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WUlmhR_sUwQ/s320/Snapshot_008.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to hide one day, because I looked like her. I don't think it would help us if people saw me looking like ..well, like her. It only lasted for a couple of hours. It hasn't happened since, but I remember it enough to know how to do it again if I need to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something happened, I don't know what. Cody was gone, and then he was back, and Lily was flittering all about. She said she made the girl sleep and the girl would not remember but that Cody had to take me away until there were no more ships to chase us in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsgoe1S-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/LbV44X2hD4E/s1600/Snapshot_039.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504573583687764962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsgoe1S-I/AAAAAAAAAaU/LbV44X2hD4E/s320/Snapshot_039.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bram - he is nice - took us in his ship to a new place. We had to wait for him but it didn't take long for him to pick us up. Lily said I had to hurry. She put a really pretty dress on me and I liked it a lot. I have outgrown it now, but maybe Miss Calina can fix it bigger for me. Anyway, the new place was pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsiu6GXqI/AAAAAAAAAak/pi6z_sKMKTE/s1600/Snapshot_042.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504573619772481186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQsiu6GXqI/AAAAAAAAAak/pi6z_sKMKTE/s320/Snapshot_042.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone there was nice and friendly, and they gave us a nice place to stay in. One of the girls gave me some new clothes the first week because my ones were getting tight, and then they ripped. The girl was nice, her name was Reneseme and she was always giving me food. I liked that a lot, especially the cupcakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4257086392813551447?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4257086392813551447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-ran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4257086392813551447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4257086392813551447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-ran.html' title='We ran'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TGQshr_6oTI/AAAAAAAAAac/_Y771jDx-P8/s72-c/Snapshot_029.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7888034302484736135</id><published>2010-07-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:41:59.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent</title><content type='html'>quiet darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;winter wind is bursting through&lt;br /&gt;burning me alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not speak until......until a time that only I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do what he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all part of the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring green and yellow&lt;br /&gt;dancing in cool wet rain drops&lt;br /&gt;nothing of me will fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little green pea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7888034302484736135?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7888034302484736135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/07/silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7888034302484736135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7888034302484736135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/07/silent.html' title='Silent'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5050984527982309013</id><published>2010-07-22T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:35:28.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and ....</title><content type='html'>I have a bracelet. It says "Cody". It was made for me, by Cody Winterwolf. That is my name. Or it will be some day. AuroraBlue Winterwolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa says people are talking about how its not right, him lookin' after me and plannin to marry me when I'm grown. But, I read about it in some books. It's called imprinting. And it's what happened when I saw him the first time. I didn't know why but I couldn't stand to be away from him. Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now, he's not Pa. He's Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is so happy that he finally saw me. 'splains a lot, she says, about why she thought she had to stay small. She didn't know, but she knew, if that makes any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking now. I fell off a roof and got hurt. Bad. Cody never left my side. And, he said out loud all the things that I was thinking and dreaming. Then Seana took me out in the Black and it was so perfect. I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to talk. I'm afraid of what I might say. I just want to lived my life. I know I am only like an eight years old person in my structural maturity, but if the past is any indication, I will be approaching puberty soon. Then, I will be a teen. And then, when I am eighteen in the human years they meausure by - not by counting but by what the doctor says I equate to - I am going to marry Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQwAxXlDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zwKVJrPELnk/s1600/ab_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872868465054770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQwAxXlDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zwKVJrPELnk/s320/ab_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this was how i was...before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjS482i7mI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pg0eD6RGNwI/s1600/warrior_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496875221055106658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjS482i7mI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pg0eD6RGNwI/s320/warrior_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Lily was sick...I had to give her something...and it changed me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became Aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the greatest warrior that ever lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjS14o2wNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OuV4XuDDZLY/s1600/battle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496875168384336082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjS14o2wNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/OuV4XuDDZLY/s320/battle.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjS2-pi_7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/xh2Gvaxm-YY/s1600/brookeskid_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I knew my time was short. I arranged for it to happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After it was done, Cody came to find me. He took me to Companions, to care for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQxXwR0qI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ugp5J0PmCFI/s1600/ab4_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872891814367906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQxXwR0qI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ugp5J0PmCFI/s320/ab4_004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQwnTdlfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7gamB_-5K88/s1600/ab2_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872878808602098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQwnTdlfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7gamB_-5K88/s320/ab2_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQyqs_YKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xSLtIqBE5nw/s1600/ab5_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 88px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496872914080719010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQyqs_YKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xSLtIqBE5nw/s320/ab5_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5050984527982309013?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5050984527982309013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-myself-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5050984527982309013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5050984527982309013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-myself-and.html' title='Me, Myself and ....'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/TEjQwAxXlDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/zwKVJrPELnk/s72-c/ab_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4511370824566728949</id><published>2010-06-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:39:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>My legs hurt,  Pa put me in water, and then they felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took me to see Krenshar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenshar wants to have Aurora back. He said "I want to get your sister back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one way for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what his choice will be when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily brought me some fabrics, and they are pretty. She said I can stay with her up in the HoTel, but Pa say that not such a good idea. So she say we can stay in the tower, which is just like the home we had in Blackburne.....so I have put some of my things there. Mostly, though, I just roam through the mines. I will need to travel soon, and that will require some coins.  I don't want to ask Lily for them, because she would just try to give me back the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to smile when I see her, actually, she is so simple.  Simple program, I mean. Very low functioning in many ways. In other ways, she has a complexity to her that defines any thing near comprehension. And, until I fully understand, and have learned all of the things she knows, I cannot grow any further. And, until I can grow further, I cannot really defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hide in the mines. A lot. And I wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4511370824566728949?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4511370824566728949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4511370824566728949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4511370824566728949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/06/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6924233449737151697</id><published>2010-06-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:56:53.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>Krenshar saved me from the asteroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my hero, and soon I will show him who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call me Anna. My name is AuroraBlue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be the greatest warrior that ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is Coming. But, not like they think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6924233449737151697?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6924233449737151697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6924233449737151697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6924233449737151697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/06/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-380075406339752015</id><published>2010-04-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:01:40.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way...</title><content type='html'>Seana is taking me to Ariel. I have never been there, but Aurora was there. Probably some people will recognize me, and so I will have to be ready for that. I don't know how she is going to explain that I am so little again, I must have been about like a six year old last time I was here. But, there are all kinds of conditions that change people, so she will probably say I got one of those, but am fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S9WlvUc6h8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mN-oEc8_EZ8/s1600/forblog_005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464455955246385090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S9WlvUc6h8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mN-oEc8_EZ8/s320/forblog_005.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Miss V and my sister, and all my sisters, but it was not safe for them for me to be there. Maybe it will be safe after ..well, later on. But I miss the stories from them, and I miss the cookies. I miss the creatures from under the sea and all the things I was not supposed to see. Now, they are in me and I know them. Still, I miss them. 'specially Mister Beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fine. Except for one thing. I need to be with Lily. I really do need to be with Lily. Only I can't because of the Ardra. It is looking for a perfect permanent home, and I know that the only such place for it right now is..with me. Only, I'm not ready. I'm not nearly mature enough physically, and I haven't really learned enough of the organic ways. If I took her on now, I would be dominated by the machine, or by the one who controls the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464455992098263490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S9WlxdvFkcI/AAAAAAAAATU/JdvPyZKjXX0/s320/babyandtarlek_001.png" /&gt;So I have just been hiding - sometimes with the old man, Tarlek, but most of the times down in the mines. Tarlek is an interesting man, he doesn't say much to most people. But, when I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart, I feel comforted. I have seen the bracelet he gave to Lily. I have seen her polish it and treasure it and kiss it goodnight. She likes bracelets. She has one from Krenshar, actually. That one, she never takes off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily has made a place for us, well, for me and also for Ardra, but I don't think she knows she's doing it. First, the safety house, with secret walls and all my things, and then that old Firefly she drug in. It has enough power to hold Ardra probably forever. But it's not right. Ardra needs a body of her own to live in. Miss x0x0 said she had a way to help make that happen, but then Gallagher and Lily blew up something (as usual). Now the way is broken, and she is waiting for her brother to wake up and fix it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad for him. He doesn't know it but he is going to end soon. Of course, they are all ending from the day they are born, but in his case, it makes me more sad because I never really got to know him. He is, after all, my Grandpa, and the stories he was supposed to tell me about his work and the Reavers and his life...I will lose all that when he ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even allowed to see him, so I can't ask him to record it all for me. Maybe he already has, I don't know. But I am still sad, because without him I would never have been, and everyone hates him. Seana probably hates him most of all, even though without him she would not be my..well, what is she technically? More mother than grandmother, although her being Lily's adopted mom and all, makes her my grandmother more than the material Mindo used from her makes her my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, in the mothering sense of the word, that only Seana's genetic material, in physical form, was used in my preparation. I wonder if she ever thinks about that. The traits of the others were programmed in the "other" aspect of me. I know a song from Earth the Was, called "best of both worlds", and that is how I feel, usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, the fact remains, I am AuroraBlue. I am the child of Krenshar, and Lily. I am the child of Mindo and Seana. I am the child of Imrhien and Td. I am the child of Glaze and Ben. I call Nack and Lauralai my mother and father. I am the offspring of Kari, and of Lorie. I spring from Duncan and Gabe and Emma and everyone else Mindo took from to create what he thought would be the perfect example of what he could do. I am a child of the 'Verse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, along with the best, there is usually a worst. When I made them destroy Aurora, they destroyed the worst as far as the shell, but now, everything is all together. And I don't know what happens next. I hope I have prepared correctly. My legs and arms hurt. They are growing. I don't look like a baby, much. I am more older now, like looking 3 or 4. They say I look just like my photos from when I was...born. Well, Gallagher says it. He was there. I am looking forward to seeing Grandma and Grandpapa in Ariel. I hope they understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am AuroraBlue. I am the greatest warrior that ever lived. And I am looking for the one who can claim me, for even dragons desire to be connected. Even tiny dragons cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-380075406339752015?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/380075406339752015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/380075406339752015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/380075406339752015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-my-way.html' title='On my way...'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S9WlvUc6h8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/mN-oEc8_EZ8/s72-c/forblog_005.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4826533962632652642</id><published>2010-03-16T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:53:59.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S5-HyueOxzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2YGoSzP_MM/s1600-h/lilyandcub_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 348px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449223379679627058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S5-HyueOxzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2YGoSzP_MM/s320/lilyandcub_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a clever innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with which you show your self to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as if somehow the years just bowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let that young girl go free....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was a child until you turned and smiled&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew where i was goin' until i heard your laughter flowin'&lt;br /&gt;and came upon the wisdom in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lily Reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily said her goodbyes and made her way to Al Raquis, to find one Mister A. Barbosa, a man with whom she was real familiar.  Her hope was that he would put the past aside - the past being her taking a shot a him and his friend during a little misunderstanding - and take her on as a client. She had it all planned. She would sell herself for parts, and the money would be sent home to Cody, Gallagher and Krenshar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know that in the back channels, BlueSun had already been busy convincing Mister Barbosa and his first to take Lily, and her money, and "auction" her off - to young Cody. She didn't know that one of the Companions had already paid a visit to said Mister and offered him a priceless painting, all part of an elaborate scheme to make sure he understood that BlueSun was not to be trifled with in matters of the heart. And Lily was one such matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some question as to whether or not the gentleman would hold to his agreement, but as it turned out, Barbosa seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. The face of Al Raquis, the moon, and Orion as well. It was as if all trace of him suddenly ceased to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Lily arrived, she arrived to an empty house. Not one to be deterred, she made her way to Botany Bay, where she convinced a trader to sell her, etc. etc. etc. Or so she thought.  After an extensive interview and "indoctrination" process, during which Blue held up one electric finger after another, pushing the machines impulses away almost as if he was swatting flies, Lily was the property of one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man took her to an isolated place in space, got down on one knee, and proposed to Lily as he revealed his identity. Prince Charming was none other than Cody Winterwolf. Before Lily could fully respond, he took advantage of his position close to her foot, and pushed her in the most private of places - her reset switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard only her "yes" as she shut down, clicking and blinking, and then, nothing. Now yes, means different things to different people. To Cody, it was an answer to his proposal.  Who knows what Lily was about to say. No one ever will, because Cody did what had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought AuroraBlue to her mother and placed the little one on her lap. Gallagher off to one side, Seana behind her, and Cody trying to kneel and reset, that's pretty much the picture as one LilyBell Snoodle came back online. The first thing she saw was the cub. The imprint was immediate. Was it enough to wipe out Gallagher from the inside of those eyelids? One would like to think so,  and one would have thought so, until she turned in his direction and made one clicking sound, exactly as she had made when she registered the cub.  Oh, Gallagher tried to hide his face, and to be sure, if there is anything left, it will be pretty much overwritten by AuroraBlue. But will it be overwritten enough that Lily will forget the one main reason she was determined to sell herself off for parts - "Gallagher lied". Or would his image linger there, not quite in focus, but enough to keep their bond unbreakable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Lily looked at Cody, down on his knees, and clicked twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she was lost in the scent of the cub, the softness of its skin, the texture of its hair, the feel of it heavy on her lap, and the syncrhonization of heartbeats as they continued and completed the intial bonding process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue was there. How could he not be there.  He presented the girls to Seana, one her adopted daughter and one carrying her own DNA, the key to the future she had only hoped for, with two words. "Merry Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent from all of this was the one who had made it possible. Krenshar. The one the cub continued to call out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Kin sha. Kin sha. Da da da"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such wisdom in those eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4826533962632652642?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4826533962632652642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4826533962632652642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4826533962632652642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S5-HyueOxzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k2YGoSzP_MM/s72-c/lilyandcub_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7761340636774569491</id><published>2010-03-06T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:40:20.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hale's Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S5J2jbz50sI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZRogI5eM-lU/s1600-h/fair1_006.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa Pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pa pa bye. bye bye NO. no bye pa pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh nah....ahhhh nah....no bye pa pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah nee yay yay.....nah nee yay yay NO GO nah nee yay yay. NO GO pa pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hungee....hungee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh nah hungee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rahri baybee sisser ya ya ya ya rahri geeld. geeld. ya ya ahhh nah sisser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kah nee nah. ba na na. mango NO. NO mango. na na.  mmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa pa. moke. ahh nah ahnah anna anna anna dink moke yum na na yum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kah nee nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ro ree ro ree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pincess pa pa come go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da da da da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kin sha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fwy. Twee twee. boo fwy stars. fwy. pa pa fwy. NO. NO bye pa pa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;zi zi zi zi zi xyz sh sh sh sh sha nah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kin sha. KIN SHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li li. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rah rah Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay Moo! &lt;/div&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night the baby, barely able to walk, found her way down to the surface of Hales Moon. Cody found her playing at the fair. Unfortunately, a lot of others saw her too. Fortunately, Lily was not among them. Some people are beginning to suspect something is not quite right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The child intuitively driving a small cart after seeing one person do it earlier did not make things easier for Cody. "What the... an experienced pilot, beat by a..three year old", Bram was overheard saying to Cody, who responded "She ain't even close to three...". "Whose is she?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She's kind of like..adopted..it aint what you think". "How do you know what I'm thinking".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before anyone could answer, the child was off to the 'fun house', but instead of screaming as most had done, the sound of laughing and cooing could be heard coming from within the building. "She's laughin...". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The child bounded out the exit and straight into Cody's arms, and was promptly returned to Seana who let Genni know "Anna" was just fine. Then, she made a note to check the ship sensors, as Anna should not have been able to leave the ship, let alone elude Genni and make it to the Moon's surface. Seana was heard to mumble "ninja. like her mother".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7761340636774569491?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7761340636774569491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/03/hales-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7761340636774569491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7761340636774569491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/03/hales-moon.html' title='Hale&apos;s Moon'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6593456900927217511</id><published>2010-02-08T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:18:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a b c</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S3BU4N_7keI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aMcH9PR7d1E/s1600-h/ab2_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435938075043402210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S3BU4N_7keI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aMcH9PR7d1E/s320/ab2_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up, and I am very small. My mouth does not not work quite right, and I am very uncoordinated.  I am comfortable, and relearning, although I remember some things as soon as they are spoken. The boy, Cody, has found me, and called me "Anna". &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am AuroraBlue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6593456900927217511?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6593456900927217511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6593456900927217511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6593456900927217511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-c.html' title='a b c'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S3BU4N_7keI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aMcH9PR7d1E/s72-c/ab2_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8756983939433411982</id><published>2010-01-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:48:13.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Pieces  AURORA LITTLEBOOTS</title><content type='html'>Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora was broken. She was broken because she gave up her goodness, her life, so that the one who brought her into existence could live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those months ago....AuroraBlue..so small, so gentle, so ..well, special. Days after she came into being, as Lily lay in the stasis tube, Krenshar standing guard, refusing to leave her lifeless form, AuroraBlue simply walked in, and smiled. There he was...Blue. He was fun to play with. And now, he had a test for her. "I'm here, Blue". Those who were watching will never forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many had tried to take the necklace from the chair controlled by Blue, the BlueSun Neural Network. But only AuroraBlue could hold it. Only AuroraBlue could carry it across the room. Only AuroraBlue could choose to take it or give it up. She walked up to that chair, danced in his BlueLight, and had no fear. After a few moments, she took the necklace that lay glowing on the chair, looked at it with eyes older than time, and then freely chose to place it on Lily... Lily blinked. And then she blinked again. Then she took a breath. And then she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowly decayed, becoming disobedient and disrespectful to all the people who were trying to protect her. She began insisting her name was Aurora, growing more and more hostile toward everyone and everything. Then it became clear. Everything within Aurora was moving toward one end, toward one goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroy Lily, and take back that which made her Real. Or that is how it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kill all of the organics in her path, and take her rightful role as ruler. It was as if the worst of Krenshar was blossoming in Aurora, all of the bad and none of the good. She had inherited her Daddy's lusts for power and control, but not his goodness. And, without Blue to guide her, she had no inhibition control. She was Krenshar at his worst, Lily at her most vicious, a child in the body of a warrior, determined to destroy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuroraBlue knew when she gave herself for Lily that ultimately, Aurora that remained would be destroyed. Yet she chose to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she was&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; AuroraBlue&lt;/span&gt;. Created as a program, nurtured in an organic shell for three days after Lily's organics triggered, and then given to the 'Verse ...by faeries? No one really understood where they came from, but they all saw them. Lily was right. Faeries did bring the cub. The perfect hybrid. The key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AuroraBlue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tiny Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it began. She could be anything to anyone. And she became everything to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as Aurora attempted to carry out her plan to seduce Cody, and convince him to give her the ring that contained Lily's coin, her "image", thoughts of all those she had known, and loved, and then hated ran through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew that when the act was complete, either she would have set the end in motion, or that she would be ended herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really all up to Lily. Always had been. Could she go through with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuroraBlue had banked on the belief that she could, and would. She knew when she gave Lily back her living strength that one day, this day would come. She believed Good would always win over Evil. And she believed with all of her heart that Lily was real and that her realness would lead her to do the Right thing. If she was right, then everything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Lily cut off the head of Aurora as she lay in the arms of Cody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as she walked away, covered in the blood of her organic seed, Lily smiled just a little as she thought of the soft blonde hair that she had taken from AuroraBlue the day they met. Faeries were all around, Gallagher was holding her in his arms, and she was happy. She remembered looking at the cub, and smiling, and then snipping a small lock of hair with one sharp claw. She remembered the faeires...everywhere....Gallagher smiling down at her. And then she was gone. The next thing she knew, the cub was looking at her as she woke up from what seemed like a forever sleep, in a very safe feeling stasis chamber deep in the mines. She was still holding the lock of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the lock of hair was in the tower, in a special book. She didn't know why she wanted it, but from time to time she would look at it, it would glow softly and Lily would smile. "AuroraBlue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many witnesses to the events of the ending of Aurora. In fact, they stood by waiting and watching, hoping Krenshar would not return and stop Lily, one way or another. They had seen his devotion to Aurora, and they knew that given the choice, he would do what was required to protect her. She was, after all, carrying his programming as well. He had amassed an army to protect her.&lt;br /&gt;If he had returned, things might have turned out very differently. But he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was odd, actually. Not like him at all to be away when the cub was in town. It was almost as if he knew....but...thats not possible. Is it.....Well that is neither here nor there, only time will tell. But what about all those people who saw it all happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those witnesses. They all say the same thing. They didn't see anything. Didn't notice the fire. Must have been some candles caught fire or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily smiled as she opened the little book and touched the little blonde locks of AuroraBlue. She shed one very real tear, and it landed next to the curl, right there on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8756983939433411982?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8756983939433411982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/rest-in-pieces-aurora-littleboots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8756983939433411982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8756983939433411982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/rest-in-pieces-aurora-littleboots.html' title='Rest in Pieces  AURORA LITTLEBOOTS'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5835638051312935995</id><published>2010-01-24T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:25:42.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody Loves Me</title><content type='html'>I knew it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could he not love me. I can be anything he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hiding, waiting for the women I hired to capture and manage Lily to contact me, but it seems they can't manage to do it. I should have known.  I watch Lily's little nest and every night she goes back to it like an insipid little fool, carrying some cake or candy, looking to all the world as if she hadn't a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she went back in, all dressed up in that stupid pink party dress of hers, carrying a huge sucker and frosting smeared all over her face. Singing and humming and dancing and just having herself a good old time. But then she left suddenly. I don't know where she went but she hasn't been back this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she finally found herself a mate. Won't matter. Not a damn thing she can do to stop me now. Cody sent me a wave. I am meeting him today. And I know that once I have him where I want him, the ring is mine. Once I have it, I can dispense with Lily myself, as I won't have to worry about that stupid boy coming and getting in the way. It will be easy. When she sees I have it, she will know. She won't even dare fight me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the fun begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Krenshar. He has to go because he might override himself and turn on me. Then Vegaslon. That smart ass wanna be mechanic. Miya next. Poison is a fitting end for her.  Thoth, maybe I will keep til last. He is fun to dance with and maybe he will decide to serve me and we can rule together. That precious Miss Gark will be fun. I will have a little fun with her before I end her, and maybe if she's nice, and puts up a good fight, I will end her quick. Then I can go to the other side of the mountains. No one there will put up any fight except that Mayor. And she loves me so she won't have the guts to raise a hand to me. There's that x0x0. Might be a bit harder because she knows how I'm made, but I also know how she's made. I know her weak spots. And she will come to try to help, if someone is trapped in the mine. Then the mine will go inside itself, and her along with it.  The one called Jai, well, she might be handy to keep around for a while, so I will just lock her up somewhere. The rest, even Gallagher, won't put up much of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has made an army for me. Metal and circuit and ready to defend and protect me. They will destroy everything in their path, at my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN Blue will have no where to run but to me. That's the only thing. I have to do all this without Blue. So there is a small probability I won't manage to do it perfectly. But with each one that falls, that probability increases. And, then, Blue will be at MY mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Today will be a very good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5835638051312935995?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5835638051312935995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/cody-loves-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5835638051312935995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5835638051312935995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/cody-loves-me.html' title='Cody Loves Me'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-3757234993241994667</id><published>2010-01-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:24:06.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tick Tick</title><content type='html'>The trap is set.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bait is in place. It was even easier than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wait.   Soon, I will have the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its a beautiful day in the neighborhood, it is indeed. Like domino on domino they will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one complication. That boy Cody has showed up. But, he hasn't seen me *and* Lily is so taken with her new "family" that half the time she doesn't seem to even notice him.  Just a minor inconvenience.  As long as he doesn't trigger her organics it will be fine. If it looks like he might, then he's expendable.  There are plenty where I've sent her that would love to sink their teeth into him, and roast him up like a cat on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its still ok. It's all just going so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily. The hunter and the hunted.  But they don't realise, she's the irresistable lure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will have to come for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue. The prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merge. Snap. Voila! And he is all mine. Nothing can stop us then. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare she think she can take him from me. He is mine. She was supposed to end. He was supposed to be with me. And in less than two days, he will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will reign and rule over everyone. Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-3757234993241994667?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/3757234993241994667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/tick-tick-tick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3757234993241994667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3757234993241994667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/tick-tick-tick.html' title='Tick Tick Tick'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4463240550879785354</id><published>2010-01-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:33:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Deal is Set</title><content type='html'>I found a new "friend" to help me with my situation. Lily will be captured and held for me to pick up. It was easy. The hunters absolutely hate the family Lily is staying with, so they offered to do it for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you hiding little girl? I'll show you hide. Your hide. On my wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not yet. Not quite yet. I still need to put a few things in place. Then, and only then, I will take possession of it. Bring it back. And end it as it should be ended - in full view of all. Maybe I will even sell tickets to the "event".  One night only.  Special event. I could even have my coronation and crowning following my victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I make it fast? Take my time? Play with her like a cat plays with a mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep what I kill.  All that is hers will be mine. She will lay defeated in the streets of Hale's Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will know,   I am Aurora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4463240550879785354?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4463240550879785354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/deal-is-set.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4463240550879785354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4463240550879785354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/deal-is-set.html' title='The Deal is Set'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8229494446961910307</id><published>2010-01-11T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:52:08.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snooping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Someone followed me to where I was going to see what was going on about Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who, but I could feel them watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. They won't even ever find the person who knows where she is because I killed them last night. They failed me. They said they would wait until I gave the signal, and then end her, but they let her get away. Well, actually they sold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. I have a lot of money now and can pay whoever has her to do the job, and if they won't agree, I will just find someone who will. But things aren't going as planned. Cody came to my house but kept saying he had to go. So I never got to even get a chance to get the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. I know it isn't going anywhere, and at least I know where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings ok. Except the people here, I cannot adapt to their kind easily and they are more dangerous than I knew about. At least they have heard of Lily, and say she is still with the woman who is "heavy with child". Why a woman having a baby would take on Lily is beyond me. Stupid cat as likely to kill the cub as love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ok. I don't need her to love me. I mean. She's broken and weak. I am strong. And when I get what I need from Cody, I will make them end her and then I will be stronger than her and even than that AuroraBlue she goes on about. I hate when she calls me that. I am not AuroraBlue. I am Aurora. I come to destroy, not bring peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0s65pi2YjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFJUgIMndZ8/s1600-h/battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425494938176873010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0s65pi2YjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFJUgIMndZ8/s320/battle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practice makes Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8229494446961910307?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8229494446961910307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/snooping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8229494446961910307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8229494446961910307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/snooping.html' title='Snooping'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0s65pi2YjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LFJUgIMndZ8/s72-c/battle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7643911787966735907</id><published>2010-01-08T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:51:31.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn them all</title><content type='html'>and soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7643911787966735907?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7643911787966735907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7643911787966735907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7643911787966735907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-them-all.html' title='Damn them all'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-3074497246916857088</id><published>2010-01-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:43:29.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Pretty Little Ponies</title><content type='html'>Today, I told my Krenshar about Miss Miya and how she is trying to poison me, but I told him not to do anything. He said ok. We still need her for now. But I am keeping my eye on her. And when the time comes, she will be one of the first to go. Maybe even before if she does not watch her manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found a man wandering around in the Replicant labs, and I almost ended him on the spot but then I seen it was Mister Aule. He is dangerous. So I like him. He gave me a ride to see my Krenshar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenshar challenged me to a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did what Miss x0x0 Zhangsun said I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to anything that tutor says. I just pretend to. I already know everything I need to know. Well, what I don't know that stupid tutor can't teach me. Mister Thoth maybe can. But as to this being in 'school', I have to do this every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get the white pony. And, when its all over, I won't have to do this any more. And it won't be long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0PuSAilqkI/AAAAAAAAANE/BsIU_6WXU6s/s1600-h/warrior_003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 635px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 436px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423440369434339906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0PuSAilqkI/AAAAAAAAANE/BsIU_6WXU6s/s320/warrior_003.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-3074497246916857088?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/3074497246916857088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-pretty-little-ponies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3074497246916857088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/3074497246916857088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-pretty-little-ponies.html' title='All the Pretty Little Ponies'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/S0PuSAilqkI/AAAAAAAAANE/BsIU_6WXU6s/s72-c/warrior_003.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-848620662344071225</id><published>2009-12-27T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:11:57.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taller</title><content type='html'>I am not feeling very well lately.  My legs and arms hurt. And I have been having headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Mindo can help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone even knows I trapped Blue. They don't even miss him. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lily out of the way for now, I have some time to convince Cody to help me.  I have some ideas how to do that, because I've been watching him and I know his weaknesses.  Its like with all males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well except Daddy. Sometimes I think I should just forget about my path, and rule over Destiny. All the robots listen to me now, and No one dare speak out against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I did that, eventually I would end.  And then Daddy would be alone, except of course for Lily. And there can be only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-848620662344071225?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/848620662344071225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/12/taller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/848620662344071225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/848620662344071225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/12/taller.html' title='Taller'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-164409846236565529</id><published>2009-12-14T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:16:03.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best laid plans</title><content type='html'>Caliban is destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell them because maybe it means Krenshar will come home. Then, I can live with him and still make sure Lily doesn't get too far. I know she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if she knows I know she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "knows" may be a bit strong. She doesn't think right and doesn't really "know" anything. Just like I am 100 per cent organic, she is 100 per cent synthetic. At least I hope she is. There is no sign she's been reactivated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody has it now. He says I can never have it. We'll see about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-164409846236565529?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/164409846236565529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-laid-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/164409846236565529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/164409846236565529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best laid plans'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-1503175881035078352</id><published>2009-11-19T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:55:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They come, they look around...</title><content type='html'>..but they never see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be sitting right under their noses, literally, and it is as if I am not there at all. Of course I'm not invisible. I'm just quiet. And I don't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do move, it is so fast that they cannot catch focus to see me. They think they saw something out of the corner of their eye, and must have been mistaken. Or, it is so slowly that they do not notice me, creeping closer and closer. Close enough to kill them. Krenshar said to break their necks. That's the way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew where he was. I've been here on Caliban for days now and not seen him one time. There are a lot of people around, coming and going. The one named Thoth is here a lot. Theres something about him that says he would protect me, now, but if I grow up he will be my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I miss Aunty JJ. No one has come to see me. Its like no one knows, or cares, that I am here. Maybe that's a good thing. I know Seana wants to send me back to Ariel. If I go back, I will have to stay like I am. Every day I feel more and more like I can let my muscles grow and stretch and just be stronger. Every day I feel more alive. And every day I know that I have to go back, away from my Krenshar and my brothers, I will be weak again. Weak and separated from my herd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of feelings I don't understand. Sometimes I wish I could just stay with Seana. At last she likes to cuddle and talk to me about important things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-1503175881035078352?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/1503175881035078352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-come-they-look-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1503175881035078352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1503175881035078352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-come-they-look-around.html' title='They come, they look around...'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6100535702765759365</id><published>2009-11-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:56:35.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I knew she would come&lt;br /&gt;I waited for her to speak&lt;br /&gt;Her voice in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the chestnut brown hair had eyes like none I have ever seen before. And,&lt;br /&gt;when she was putting me in the suit for the travel home, she never stopped looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;She never spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the door closed behind us, I turned and she was still looking. And then I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you wish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy to be back to Hales with Seana. But, home is Caliban. That has not changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will not change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6100535702765759365?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6100535702765759365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6100535702765759365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6100535702765759365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7179955456079346121</id><published>2009-11-07T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:29:18.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're here</title><content type='html'>Seana is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows but I can feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe in your rhythm now&lt;br /&gt;Soon will come quickly first strike&lt;br /&gt;First shall be the Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home. I even miss Lily. I keep dreaming about her. In my dreams, she is wearing blue. In my dreams, she is happy. And in my dreams, there are flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my daddy. I want to go back to Caliban. I miss my bed. I miss my bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be a warrior when my hair is made of gold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7179955456079346121?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7179955456079346121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/theyre-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7179955456079346121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7179955456079346121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/theyre-here.html' title='They&apos;re here'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8166262240439305282</id><published>2009-11-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:50:39.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispered Help</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone will receive this Wave. I'm trying to send it out while they are asleep, so I can't talk too loudly. If you get this, please take it to Mayor Seana on Hale's Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady seemed nice. But she's not. I went with her like she asked, she said Krenshar told me to come with her, so I did. She said she was taking me to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched him put Lily and that boy in a special room, and I saw the people come see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Krenshar go all dim and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a big flash and Lily and that boy weren't in the room, then the boy was gone and Lily was laying still. I thought maybe she was ended. I felt sad. But then she talked, even though I could not hear what she was saying. It sounded like "Krenshar...". And then the lady just bursted into my room. I guess everyone was too busy to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the lady said she was taking me to him, I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, on the way, while we were up in the air over Caliban, some other men came and she took their money and said "As promised".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go with them but they said if I didn't they would tie me up and make me go, so I went. They were scary and needed baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't talk to me the whole time we were in the air. They didn't even look at me, except to make sure I was belted in. One of them sat next to me, and I tried to ask him where we were going, but he just looked the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They landed at a place called Botany Bay, and another man came to the ship. He didn't say anything either. He just nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't let me out of the ship. But I heard them talking. They said "I think we're safe", and "Wasn't sure if he'd take her now or later".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they were talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they were talking about Krenshar though because when I said "will I get to see him soon" they said "you're never going to see him again, so shut up. Just shut up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they slammed the door and left. I looked around at the room they had me in and it was very pretty. It had lots of pretty things in it. But when I looked closer, I could see it was a cage. Only it was a pretty cage. The door was locked and I could not get out and there were bars on the window - I could see out clearly, but when I touched it to see if I could climb out through the hole, it shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them say we were heading to somewhere that is very dusty, and that as soon as the container arrives, they'll be "finished with this job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what that means, or what will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day they feed me and a woman comes in and brushes my hair, washes my face, and dresses me. Then I sit all day until lunch. She comes in again, and does it again. Then I sit until dinner. Then she comes in and undresses me, combs my hair, and tucks me into bed. She doesn't say anything. She looks sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen to her either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said something about having "shore leave" and who was going to keep an eye on me, and then they all were drinking until they got drunk. One of them said "She'd bring a pretty penny in Necr..." but then he stopped talking all of a sudden. There was a single shot and no one said anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are sleeping now. I hope this gets out and that when they wake up, someone tells them we are going the wrong way. I want my Krenshar, and I want to go home. I want my bear. I want Miss Seana. I don't hate her. I want my...I want to see Lily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8166262240439305282?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8166262240439305282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/whispered-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8166262240439305282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8166262240439305282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/11/whispered-help.html' title='Whispered Help'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4717386139000612213</id><published>2009-10-22T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:29:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to live with my Daddy. I have told them this several times, but they don't seem to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hear. But they do not listen. So I boarded the boat for Caliban.  No one knew I left Ariel. They thought I was at the studying hall. So I had a good head start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was a little scary. I am not sure why but it just was. I felt like someone was watching me. At one stop a man and woman got on, and they had scanners. They said they heard a child was on the boat, and they were looking for her. I was afraid it was me they were after, and I felt sick. My nose started bleeding, like it does when I need the medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They pointed the scanner toward where I was, but nothing happened. It didn't go off, and they just looked at me like I wasn't there. So I guess it was not me they were after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was scary though, so I got off at the next stop. I felt really sick. My clothes were so tight, and I had a rash all over my skin too, like little points of red dotting me. I felt so hot. I guess I must have found where the doctor was, because the next thing I know, I'm in the doctors office and Miss Seana is there, just staring at me.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SuCwFsDMCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o-FCISmlWjg/s1600-h/thetwo_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395505965360220914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SuCwFsDMCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o-FCISmlWjg/s320/thetwo_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody is there, and I'm wearing his shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Seana tried to tell me that she is my mother. She was talking about how I was in Lily from the start and all this DNA was made, and all kinds of things that I don't want to hear about. Lily is a cat. I am a REAL girl. I am not like, some kind of freakshow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to find a way to Caliban but NO ONE would take me. No one. So I took a ship and went on my own. Daddy met me and said I can stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's good because I am going to stay. He said I can be queen of Caliban and all the Replicants will protect me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he also said I am sick and he has to fix me.  So he took me BACK to MacLaren's Drift to try to find Mindo, to get my medicine. He said he has been looking to 'settle up' with Mindo for a long time. We didn't see anyone though.  He left, and then a lot of people showed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said Lily had killed a dog. Well, I found it and they said it was her that did it. It was nasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Jai said I can hide on her ship, but I found a place to hide on Mister Windy's and Mister Travis' boat. If I curl up small, they can't even see me. So, I can stay there until Daddy comes for me.  Aunty JJ is nice. She is my favorite best friend, forever. She says I am a sweet pea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they kill everyone here, I will tell them to let her be last. Or maybe first. Not sure which is better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4717386139000612213?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4717386139000612213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4717386139000612213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4717386139000612213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SuCwFsDMCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/o-FCISmlWjg/s72-c/thetwo_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4596466751598619354</id><published>2009-09-24T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:38:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3HIZGiXI/AAAAAAAAAME/RA8QRXNFcps/s1600-h/raidsandme_002.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided I wanted to go to Caliban to see Mister Krenshar, but I wasn't sure exactly how to get there. I took some money from my bank, and bought a ticket to Hale's Moon. The man who sold me the ticket let me land the ship, and it was fun. I told Miss Seana I was intending to land, and she said "Go ahead". She was happy to see me, but told me I should have told them - Grandmother and Grandpapa- that I was coming. Well, she actually asked me if I had "asked" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand that. If I had asked them, they would have said no, so why would I ask them. I didn't tell them because I just wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got to Seana's office, Miss x0x0 was there. She just kept looking at me in that creepy way she does, and then she left me alone with Seana. Seana said I could go to Caliban, but she really didn't like the idea. She said it would be better if Mister Krenshar met me half way, but I wanted to see where he lives. She finally said "ok" and I went to wait at Fooks for her to finish with her work. Well, I started to go to Fook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw Miss Raids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3GjhSRiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyuw0544-XM/s1600-h/auroraanddaddy_004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385169471437686306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3GjhSRiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyuw0544-XM/s320/auroraanddaddy_004.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just standing on the corner of the street, like she was waiting for something or someone. I think she is beautiful. She reminds me of Lily except she doesn't have spots, or ears like a cat. It's kind of embarassing that Lily is my mother with those ears and spots. I know it shouldn't be but it is. And, she talks funny. Well, hopefully no one cares about that. I don't have to live with her anyway, and anyway, she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time looking at Raids, and then I saw Mister Griffen. I recognized him right off, and asked him if maybe he could take me to Caliban to see Mister Krenshar. He said he would, and that we could go right away! So, I sent with him to his ship. It is really fast. He said he wouldn't be responsible if we got eaten by Reavers. I'm sure he was just making a joke. He's nice. He doesn't look like the pictures Lily has of him though. His hair looks different. Anyway, he took me there and let me fire some lasers on the way. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3GR-yD7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MU2kT0DLzy4/s1600-h/auroraanddaddy_003.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got there, I had to go through a lot of doors. They all opened for me, almost like magic. It was probably the ID Mister Griffen gave me to get me through them, but sometimes, even after I didn't have it, the doors opened. I saw some men fighting. They just looked at me but didn't talk to me. I went into a big room. You get into it through a mouth, with a big tongue sticking out. I jumped on the tongue and went in. It was empty but there was a picture of a cat on the wall. And there was a chair with spots on it, that looked a lot like some kind of animal skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard his voice, and I followed the sound and found him. He was happy to see me. He jumped up and down, and we played and then he showed me his house. He showed me where he worked. He showed me his office, and there was a Reaver there, in a cage. I got in another cage and pretended to be a monkey like in a zoo. He said I am a monkey. He's so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a walk, and for no reason at all, some music came on in the middle of the store, and I started dancing and he did too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3FZEKimI/AAAAAAAAALk/t-ajG9R29Q0/s1600-h/auroraanddaddy_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385169451451320930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3FZEKimI/AAAAAAAAALk/t-ajG9R29Q0/s320/auroraanddaddy_001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was so fun. He threw me up high in the air and caught me, and we danced like penguins in a row. I got tired after a while, so he took me to a swing and I played on it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3F8bWzMI/AAAAAAAAALs/6Vm5PCOK0AQ/s1600-h/auroraanddaddy_002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385169460943834306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3F8bWzMI/AAAAAAAAALs/6Vm5PCOK0AQ/s320/auroraanddaddy_002.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand what he does at his new home. He says he is doing experiments so he can fix me and that Lily. I didn't know we were broken. He says I am not supposed to be organic. That's silly. Of course I am. In science I am learning about how we are made, and we are mostly water. We are not like machines. They don't think or even know they exist. Only, that doesn't make sense, beause Mister Krenshar is a machine and he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3FZEKimI/AAAAAAAAALk/t-ajG9R29Q0/s1600-h/auroraanddaddy_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a ticket to go back to Hale's Moon, and I went back all by myself and I was just fine. I sat with a nice man and he told me stories. He was funny. He looked like a grown up but he talked like a kid, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I called "home" like Seana said, to let them know where I was, and I am planning to go back after I find Miss Jai. I brought her something from Ariel. I hope she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is quiet at Hale's Moon these days. The only thing that looks different though is there has been a lot of digging. I looks like someone is looking for something under the ground, and they are digging up until they find it. They should just ask me. I know a lot about what is under there, even though I'm not allowed to go there any more. But maybe I don't have too, because what is down there will probably surface and then the digging will probably stop. I hope so because if whoever is digging keeps going like they are, the Moon will collapse from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to stay for the weekend. I'd like to see Gallagher and Miss Sabrina. For some reason I feel like I want to go see Miss Imrhien. I don't know why, but I just want to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4596466751598619354?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4596466751598619354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-in-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4596466751598619354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4596466751598619354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-in-stars.html' title='Dancing in the Stars'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Srv3GjhSRiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyuw0544-XM/s72-c/auroraanddaddy_004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6404881653904791700</id><published>2009-08-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:08:50.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Ariel</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play a lot here. I especially like to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the computer lab for children, but they made me leave. They said the computers seemed to be something like, acting wrong. I hope they fix them, because I would like to learn about them. Plus, I could use them to send waves to Seana and Gallagher and Krenshar. Maybe Miss Jai too. She was always nice and left me presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other children here are very nice but I am much taller than the others, and my body looks funny compared to the other girls. Seana's family says I have to go shopping and that they can't believe how fast I am growing.  I think they want to buy me something to hide how fast I am growing because I heard one of the ladies at the school say "they better get that under control", and they were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a friend here. I don't really. The other kids aren't like me. They get tired after playing only a little while, and they can never catch me. And, they talk very loud.  Even when they aren't talking, they are thinking just as loud. Sometimes louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk much. Teacher says I am "sullen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see Krenshar. He knows how to play. No one here knows how to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you read this, please send me a chemistry set, and some string. I would like to make something. A present to send home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I think about Miss Imrhien a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Aurora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6404881653904791700?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6404881653904791700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-ariel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6404881653904791700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6404881653904791700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-ariel.html' title='Life in Ariel'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-9008851251767307481</id><published>2009-08-23T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:54:58.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling in</title><content type='html'>Seana left me here several days ago and I have not really had much time to sit down and document my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to document things, so that the ones who come after will know from whence they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was mostly uneventful. I tried to act happy, and play with Seana and her mate Sabrina, but my heart was not really there. All I could think about was Krenshar, off on his own, feeling as if he had somehow failed. I wish I could have told him, but I can't. Whatever he does, he has to do of his own free will.  I just don't know what Lily will do without him, but I'm pretty sure he is going to a moon far away, to learn all he can about Reavers. He knows, without knowing, that there is more to all of the goings on than just some humans altered by Pax.  He wants to save me, but he does not see, I was sent to save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get to say goodbye to Miss Raids. She is like a mother to me. I miss her so much already. I know there will be no one like her to sit with and just "be" with. Her fine metal, so silky, and her eyes so deep and loving. She knows too, that I was sent to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seana brought me here because she thought it would be safer, for me, here. The truth is it is safer for her, for all of Hale's Moon, with me gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I exchange come kind  of communication with the lady from BlueSun.  She asks how I am and how I feel, and if I want or need anything. She says "Okay, little one, today I figure is a good report for you". I am not sure what she means, but apparently she is keeping track of how I am doing.  I asked her what this is for, and she said "so I can be truthfull when I say I am keeping my eye on you", and laughed. She is nice, and said she will visit me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being under the ground in the caves. I miss digging. I wonder if anyone has found any of my special hiding places. I almost made it from where Miss Raids is to the docks where ships land. If I had had a little more time, I would have prepared things better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here is very different to life on Hale's Moon. There is not nearly so much dirt, and I have not had any opportunity to get dirty, ride any horses, or play outside in the dark. Actually they require me to be in at dark. We eat a lot of rice and some things I'm not familiar with. Every night I am tucked into a soft bed, and because Lily wanted me to be raised in the Christian tradition and faith, they pray with me. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep and when I wake and see the light, is God that kept me through the night. Amen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be growing faster than a weed. That is what I am told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an alien in this land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-9008851251767307481?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/9008851251767307481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/settling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/9008851251767307481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/9008851251767307481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/settling-in.html' title='Settling in'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7091556502517740439</id><published>2009-08-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:43:58.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending me away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SoLgDiKNZdI/AAAAAAAAALc/FRceqTNSpqU/s1600-h/auroraandkren_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bad and ran away from home.  But it was because I heard them talking about sending me away.  They say its not safe for me here, and that I will do much better in growing up and all of that if I am in a more stable place.  I don't want to go. I want to stay here, and so I ran away and hid in the mines, but it got dark and I got ascared so I went to the Indians. But they were hunting so I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have parents here. Krenshar is my Daddy and Lily is..well, she is the one that let me get here, so its like having a Mommy but not really. I mean, neither of them are "real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like me. I'm a real girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Seana is sending me away. I'm going to live on Ariel and learn the ways I'm supposed to learn.  I hope there are some horses there and that no Reavers come and eat me up there. Gallagher says I have to run from them now. That they will kill me. I don't understand. Before they didn't. But he says its different now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said goodbye to almost everyone, and I'm waiting to go.  Miss Jai said I will have fun on Ariel and the other girls Miss Emma and Miss Gabe said it is pretty there, and it will be fun. I didn't see Mister Reese, but I heard he got a bad foot accident, so maybe I won't get to see him before I go. He is a nice man. I  wanted to say goodbye to Miss Raids but she is still missing. Maybe tonite I can say goodbye to Mister Nack and all of his nice friends. They give me milk and cookies. One of them named Tarlek gave me beer.  I talked to that Miss Redfur they call x0x0 and  gave me a really pretty coin to take with me, and said that I should keep it safe and if I was ever missing Hale's Moon I could squeeze it really hard and close my eyes and everyone would know I was thinking of them.  She said also that she will write to me, and I can write back if I want to. I wanted to tell Ben and Xzander I am going, so they don't look for me if they come. They might come and want to find me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they don't make me say goodbye to Lily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7091556502517740439?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7091556502517740439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/sending-me-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7091556502517740439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7091556502517740439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/sending-me-away.html' title='Sending me away'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-7732859217892584728</id><published>2009-08-02T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:32:53.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>It hurts when parts of you grow. It is called "pain". People experience it from the time they are born - maybe even before - and the continue to experience it until the day they end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is not organic. What she experiences is not pain. Rather it is more like a set of signals that tell parts of her body to move away from (what would be) a pain "source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, she is not in pain, or afraid. She simply is safe. She doesn't know I took her, and left her at the same time. She doesn't know she is in the belly of her Daddy's ship. She doesn't know that if anything happens to her, I will carry her on. She doesn't know that if anything bad happens to me, she will feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in their cells. Every one of them. Who they are. What they think. How they "feel". Their hopes, their dreams. Every single human organic cell carries something that I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a shadow of it. But I do not have it, and when I attempt to access that part of who I am, there is simply..nothing. There is just an empty box. An empty box full of questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-7732859217892584728?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/7732859217892584728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7732859217892584728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/7732859217892584728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5131476048540030395</id><published>2009-06-25T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:00:19.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost time</title><content type='html'>I have been down here in the mines for a long time now. Ever since I made Blue to away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little axes are sharper and sharper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it has a name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5131476048540030395?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5131476048540030395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5131476048540030395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5131476048540030395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/almost-time.html' title='almost time'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-5732026511623025982</id><published>2009-06-16T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:10:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More DNA results</title><content type='html'>I now have identified all of the DNA samples that I took from Mindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who my Daddy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know who it is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing like the one named Ben. I had found four negative markers of his DNA, but I also found 57  positive markers in the unidentified samples. His was difficult, because he has Bowden's Malady, a disease that is common to miners. That is probably why Mindo had it separated out into the 'easy to identify' strands, and the 'unidentified'.  He chose the 'easy to identify'. Four negative markers. But the 57 positive - they far outweigh the negative.  He loved Lily. It is not just in the notes. It is in his strands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing like him, and everything like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is not my daddy. Someone used actual genetic material to activate me. Not just what Mindo injected into Lily's briefly organic blood. He used tissue. And I have identified it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Daddy. I know who you are. I may be created from the best of all the males she came into the contact with. I may be engineered the best way you could. But you cannot stop the signal.  Even you can't stop me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to see you. I wonder if you'll recognize me. I wonder if you know what you did. I wonder if you love the Lily. I wonder if you'll be happy to learn the truth, or if you'll try to kill me for being...what is it they called me? "That little bastard".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hurt you. I won't hurt you. But I will not let you hurt Lily. Ever. I am like I am because of you, but I am alive ...alive...because of her.  Please don't make me choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-5732026511623025982?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/5732026511623025982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-dna-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5732026511623025982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/5732026511623025982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-dna-results.html' title='More DNA results'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4090401231827121511</id><published>2009-06-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:56:51.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Ice</title><content type='html'>I let him go. It was necessary, so that if there is something unforseen, they do not get ahold of him when he is weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I put him somewhere safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily saw me playing with him last night.  I wanted her to see me. I want her to know I am safe, and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to help as many of them on this Moon as I can. There are only a very few I have not managed to bite, and so far, I have not found any mutations or derivations from what Mindo was using.  Lily gets more agitated every time they come. I hope she is able to not be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done all I can do without just telling Seana that she needs to end Lily. And now that Mindo is locked up, maybe she will find another way. At least that has bought some time for the Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time, that is something I cannot tell from the data I have found. Enough, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4090401231827121511?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4090401231827121511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4090401231827121511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4090401231827121511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-ice.html' title='Blue Ice'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-507984635808533681</id><published>2009-06-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:01:44.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like my hair</title><content type='html'>but I know why Mindo wanted to make it black. He wants me to look like my Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am AuroraBlue. And Mindo does not tell us what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just thinks he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenshar is troubled. He would like me to stay home. As much as he knows, he does not know that wherever I am I am home. I do not belong to him. I call him Daddy because his is the only material that is non-organic from an external source, and I would rather him be my Daddy than Mindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completed approximately 30 percent of my research and computation on what is and what is not part of Mindo's design of me. The research so far consists of identifying DNA markers he has kept. A DNA markers is a term used to refer to a specific DNA variation between individuals that has been found to be associated with a certain characteristic (e.g., increased intelligence, increased physical strength, increased compassion, increased tenderness of body, increased resistance to a certain illness or type of illness, reproductive performance).&lt;br /&gt;They are called 'alleles'. That is a nice word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single DNA marker is associated with only one of the many genes that control complex traits. Fortunately all of his equipment is down in his "hiding place", so I was able to sequence out the DNA and had only to seek out matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily reported a lot back to Mindo so I had a good lot of data to start with, and the people were easy enough to find, but it appears she did not report everything because some of my markers are not cross-referenced in his files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see he had a very large discovery population and his measurements were very precise - he did determine the association between the alleles and phenotypes and his desired traits. He also has good records of his validation studies with independent populations. I can find no error in his data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His notes about Lily are clear. "As the (maternal) seed parent is known, as is the case when seed is collected directly from the seed tree, inference only of the (paternal) donor is paternal analysis remains for Lily 2.0". There are many references to Lily 2.0 in his notes, and they must refer to me, because he even has put two photos of me labelled Lily 2.0 at the start of the "Genotype" logbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Lily. I am AuroraBlue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindo does not control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will do what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spying on a human man, named Xzander. I have more of his DNA human markers than any other that I have identified so far. So far I have confirmed by analysis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Bigboots - negative markers (4). Apparently there are four characteristics of the one called Ben that Mindo wanted to assure I don't have. I don't know what they are. They are not listed. I have not spent more than a few minutes with Ben, so I don't know anything about him. People say he was not good to my Lily, and she doesn't have any memory of him (so she says). But I found a little book with a picture of him, and a note that says 'as you wish'. His entry is coded W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not found out yet what the codes mean. But they all have them. W, W/T, A(active) and A(inactive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobb Compton - complex markers (9). Not yet identified or classified. Coded W. The notes talk about dreams and mention a plan to place a negative marker in the future (identified). It does not indicate if this has or has not been done, and as there are no id or classification yet, this work needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher Aeon - complex markers (27). The notes say he was the only one who could put on or take off the collar Mindo had for Lily's precursor to the mating with Blue. His markers are identified mainly with strength of character. There are still some that seem to have been included that Mindo did not plan on and that are not documented in the notes but that I can clearly see on observation. I have not yet identified them. But the markers are all positive, meaning my Lily both was allowed to experience the aspect of the subject, and the aspect has been passed to me. I will have to research more to learn the unreferenced sequences. Coded A (inactive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaze Donat - one marker related toward "doing right". For some reason Mindo has labelled it 24601. This appears to be a reference to an ETW literary work called Les Miserables. But there is only 1 marker of the "doing right". There is a second marker referenced to "physical endurance". Glaze must have been a strong man. I wish I could have met him. The only samples I could get for him were from a lock of his hair that Lily had in an envelope. But at least I got it. Coded W/T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunner Naidoo - one negative marker. Unidentified. Coded A (active).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan Cooperstone - one marker related to what Mindo has called "ability to withstand extreme torture". But the marker is noted with alphabetical subtypes like 'patience' 'ability to slow heartrate' 'intellect'. There seem to be 39 variants. Three markers related to propensity to pilot, or strategize. Coded W/T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podwranger - markers (3) related to something Mindo has labelled "slippery". I think it means that man can get in and out of trouble. Coded A (Active). Mindo has a question mark after the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nack Barnes - one marker related to "resourcefulness". Coded W. There is a picture of the man that runs the Firefly's Bar, and of a dog that looks like what they call a 'husky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarlek Sands - 24 markers. Not identified. Not coded. There is a note about a bracelet, and a photograph of a bracelet. I have seen Lily wearing that bracelet actually. She calls it her only Christmas present from her Tarlek. I wonder why his entries are not identified or coded. I will have to ask Mindo. I hope he can remember. If not, I will have to just make him remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archer Bleich - It says ~n. It did not say how many but when I looked, there were too many to count. They are all related to physical ability. Coded W. There is also a notation about creation of pseudo parental branches related Lily to Archer. I don't know what this means (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TdStraitjacket - 3. But there are a lot of submarkers. They are about equally divided between what Mindo has classified as "defense" "offense" and "gentleness". It is coded W/T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo - 5. All related to mechanical aptitude. Coded W. There are photos of lots of machines. And maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin - 15. All related to ability to select good places to hide, except for 3 which related to tendency to follow orders. I have heard the name Jin, but I have not ever met him. I will have to ask Miss Seana to help me find him so I can see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobi - 1. Related to intuition. Coded W. There is a photo of Mister Sobi with a lady, and it says "Jade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General - 17. All of them related to a propensity to loyalty. Coded W. There are lot of pictures of him with Lily. Each of the pictures has a lot of numbers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen - 37. There are 37 but none of them have been labelled. Coded W/A. There are pictures of Lily with Chen. In one they are on the roof of a big crusier. In another they are in her house looking at some photographs. And in one they are at a party and he is smiling. There is also a picture of him with another lady, she has yellow hair. In that picture he is pushing her against the wall and has his face on hers, in what they call "kissing". That picture has a note on the back saying 'as per scheduled program deployment'. There aren't any notes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xzander Slade - 57 markers. Have identified 27. All but 11 relate to having strong will and something Mindo has classified as E2. Of the remaining 11, 2 are referenced to "tracking ability" and 9 remain unidentified. Coded W. There are some photos of that man in a jail cell with Lily, and one of her taking care of him when he was wounded. There is another of him fighting with another man outside Firefly's in the old Blackburne bar. The back of the photo says "Complication. Soldier defending the subject's honor. Delayed transfer that should have happened this night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some unidentified samples, not classified. These will require more work. Or making Mindo remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the one Mindo didn't plan on. Krenshar Magic. No number. No name. Just a small piece of metal labelled "recalled positronic technology", coded &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; looks different to the others. Its only been recently added and ts written really big and in red. Over and over. It appears Mindo wrote it in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for Mindo. He is like an empty shell. An empty shell sticking needles and medicine in himself to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not decided if I will let him stick medicine into me or not. I need to consult &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have to decide soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-507984635808533681?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/507984635808533681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-like-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/507984635808533681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/507984635808533681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-like-my-hair.html' title='I don&apos;t like my hair'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-1576534134110980083</id><published>2009-05-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:03:40.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindo</title><content type='html'>Mindo has a bracelet. It is engraved. Just like my Lily has one that says "Krenshar" and my Krenshar has one that says "Lily",  Mindo has one that has writing on it too. It says "Blue Sun Corporation".   He wears it all the time.  He has made a small one for me.  It is pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing it because it seems to make him happy. He treats me like I am a guest here; I suppose in a way I am. I would like to go home but I can't. Not until he is at least finished with the 'tests' he is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all seem very happy, as if its all going to be ok soon.  They see him be like they were at their 'worst', then they see him get 'better', and they think they will be all better soon too. All better. But they won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late. They keep trying to go 'home', but they can't. They start to get a little better, their instinct takes them home, but when they get there all they can do is rage against all they see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat is out of the bag. So to speak.  They will hunt her forever, until she is ended - and there's nothing her Daddy can do to stop it.  Not yet.  Soon I will have to tell him, but I think he may already know. After all,  I was part of his design from the start.  He had to know I would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just didn't count on Krenshar intervening, or my taking Blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get some of them out to play now. We play hide and seek every day. Sometimes I let them find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-1576534134110980083?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/1576534134110980083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/05/mindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1576534134110980083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1576534134110980083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/05/mindo.html' title='Mindo'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6637269566073002018</id><published>2009-05-11T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:02:03.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reavers</title><content type='html'>They're coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be able to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6637269566073002018?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6637269566073002018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/05/reavers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6637269566073002018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6637269566073002018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/05/reavers.html' title='Reavers'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-2699111558353115202</id><published>2009-04-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:46:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up HIgh</title><content type='html'>I was hiding up high watching them come and go and then all the Militia came, and one man with a purple tummy. They started shooting and hitting the big ones and the ended all but some few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the some few it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my Lily to her ship and set it to take her back to where she is supposed to be. Only it is not where she is supposed to be, but it is where she is when she is not over at Blackburne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Blackburne but I am not allowed to go there much.  I can only go if someone takes me. At least that is the 'rule' they have made. I have sneaked over there a few time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lily's ship (it was Eponine the smaller of the small boats she has) was well on course I went into the back and launched out in my little boat. It is a very small one but then I am very small. I would be smaller but then they would not see me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with the big ones that lost their home, and I am hiding now in a large ship that says my mommy's name on it. It smells like here. There are a lot of places here from which I can observe these big men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems they are actually heading to Blackburne. That is nice, because it means when I sneak off I can go get some more of the Gecko milk that Miss Alison keeps for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-2699111558353115202?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/2699111558353115202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2699111558353115202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2699111558353115202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-high.html' title='Up HIgh'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-2877391930188683962</id><published>2009-04-01T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:48:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>When I wake up, I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;It is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember where I am and I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Lily two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to frighten her.&lt;br /&gt;She showed me where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a little bed and a little chair there.&lt;br /&gt;She says she does not know why they are there, she just 'gots to had them'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why there are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't know is why Mindo made it so she would not remember my coming into the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find out though. Mindo is not bad any more. I can just ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they will let me in to see him or if I will have to them let me see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into her picture box today. There is nothing about me in there. Nothing about my getting ready to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pictures of people, all of course whom I recognize. She has written on the backs of some of the photos. There is one, it is in an envelope called "Lily and Glaze" and it is a photo from some kind of play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319780522229595154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SdOoMxaJfBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gXEUvojdxnA/s320/lily%26glaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not actually Lily or Glaze. I know because I have looked at other photos and they say "Glaze" and so I know how he looks. This one is an old photo, it looks like it was cut from a magazine of old. There is a chip attached to it and when I played it, it was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO0nJX7eCE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LO0nJX7eCE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go to train to train tunnel at the end...and you can hear the girl singing....and she says she was born going faster than the limits allow. Then you hear them fly on the motorcycle. They fly and fly. And they sing about broken hearts. It doesn't matter what they lose it only matter what they are going to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then him sings...almost cries...."there a feast waiting for you and you haven't even gotten a taste....it's later than you think and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it ends. Quietly. And there tears on the picture. This must be how she remembers that one named Glaze. There are other pictures. But this one has the most tears on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In little tiny writing it says "it not wasted. it not. him best friend forever. forever just ended too soon".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-2877391930188683962?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/2877391930188683962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2877391930188683962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/2877391930188683962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/04/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/SdOoMxaJfBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gXEUvojdxnA/s72-c/lily%26glaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-8837176194961419180</id><published>2009-03-24T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:26:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made him let her go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScmVobeHidI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iwU68AKVijk/s1600-h/Snapshot_004.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316945356888967634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScmVobeHidI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iwU68AKVijk/s320/Snapshot_004.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I came back from the Wastes I have not seen very many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gallagher is still gone. I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seana is busy a lot. But here we are sitting up on a hill watching men throw fire at each other. I got mommy's axes but Seana doesn't like me to use them. I like to use them though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dancers at the Fooks talk to me but theyreally want men with money not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krenshar talks to me. He sits with me down in the mines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lilia said I look different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue is in the mines now. I made him let mommy go and now he likes me. I like him too. I like to play in him. I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-8837176194961419180?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/8837176194961419180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-him-let-her-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8837176194961419180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/8837176194961419180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-made-him-let-her-go.html' title='I made him let her go'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScmVobeHidI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iwU68AKVijk/s72-c/Snapshot_004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-4934790853640625715</id><published>2009-03-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:21:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wastes</title><content type='html'>I am on my way back. And I feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;I itch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-4934790853640625715?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/4934790853640625715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/wastes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4934790853640625715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/4934790853640625715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/wastes.html' title='Wastes'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-1978030404691729905</id><published>2009-03-22T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:13:18.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of people</title><content type='html'>..have come to meet me. Some on purpose and some just because they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I have met so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shal. She has hair like a field of poppies. She is the first person I saw when I came to this moon. She knew my mommy and cries when she says her name. I don't cry. When my mommy wakes up I will be happy. Shal has a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher Aeon. He is the first person I met after Shal. He is nice. He knew my mommy and has a lot of pictures of her. People say they were close. I wish he was my Daddy. Mommy wrote about him in her special book that is in her box of picture. It said "able to put collar on. Gallagher. able to take collar off. Gallagher. Willing to do both not knowing risk to himself. Gallagher. Entered recombine sequences. Gallagher. Oh Daddy....I wish you could meet him. He is smart and handsome and funny...and if I was Real I would think I could actually fall in love with him. He is so different to Glaze. I am so happy when I am with him. Well....as happy as I can be considering I am not yet Real. I miss you Daddy. Love Your L i l y".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo. He says I am too much for him but he still tries to keep me out of getting hurt. He knew my mommy. He lives far away. He has a nice ship with fun things on it. I sneak on it when he is not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilia. She tries to help me learn things. She has ears like mine. She plays with me. Sometimes she is very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General. He stares at me all the time. He doesnt talk much. He is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog. He is a funny boy that is taller than me and has a bicycle. He gave me a bicycle to play with and I rode it without falling the first time. He makes movies. He said he made one that has Mommy in it. I will see it later. He lives with his daddy Jackal. He makes up stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pod. He smells good and is nice. He knew my mommy. She has a lot of pictures of him in her special box in her house that is not on this Moon. One of them says "Her gots crush on this one for sure" on it. It is different from the rest. It has him with different hair on it. Smooth. Longer. Then in little letters it says "we both sad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belize. She is a doctor and has a ship with a lot of doctor things in it. She knew my Mommy. She examines me but is not very patient. She drinks a lot and I saw her stick a needle in her own self and she didn't even cry. Last night I saw her meet a man out in the desert and he gave her something. I don't know what it was. She is pretty and has stars all over her. Her hair is not so much like a poppy field as like a warming fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorie. She is pretty. She is small like me. She didn't say a lot to me but I could tell she would be fun to play with. I found a note in Mommy's box of photos and things that said "Lorie gots good tail to bite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca. She is nice. I think she likes me. I don't think she knew mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben. I met him with Bianca. People don't seem to like him very much. They say he was bad to my mommy. I asked should I kill him but they say no. They say its a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NeRo. She is black inside and mean in the voice but she doesn't want to be. She dances pretty. She wanted to kill me the first time she met me. I could hear it. But now when I see her I feel like she could be my mommy. Except she can't because I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina. She knew my mommy. She doesn't seem to like me much or want to play. She is always busy fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seana. She knew my mommy. She loved my mommy more than anyone else here ever loved her. I think she is not sure what to think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison. She knew my mommy. She doesn't say much. I think she looks like she would be fun to play with. I hope she comes to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponies. I met all mommy's horses. They are big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindo. He knew Mommy. He says he knows me. But he doesn't. He just thinks he does. I am not sure about him. He might be nice. He might be bad. Everyone says to tell if he comes and not take anything from him. But I take apples and candy. I like candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenshar. I want to say he is my mommy but no one understands. He would not leave her shell when her organics stopped. And then he hided it. I love him most of all of the everyone. My mommy has a picture of him in that picture box. It says 'forever in my heart'. She wrote on it that it was before she got to be organic. They say he is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fnd something. I am going to to the Wastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-1978030404691729905?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/1978030404691729905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/lot-of-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1978030404691729905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/1978030404691729905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/lot-of-people.html' title='A lot of people'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908152156208440780.post-6318700968783151790</id><published>2009-03-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:27:34.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScfGfTGcIII/AAAAAAAAAGY/1WwehCx7OM4/s1600-h/aurorablue1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316436126139687042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScfGfTGcIII/AAAAAAAAAGY/1WwehCx7OM4/s320/aurorablue1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/Sce58g7nKkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MhI9w-shWrs/s1600-h/Snapshot_001.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;AuroraBlue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born on Hale's Moon on Friday March 20th in ETW months. I don't know what year it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908152156208440780-6318700968783151790?l=aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/feeds/6318700968783151790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6318700968783151790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908152156208440780/posts/default/6318700968783151790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aurorabluelittleboots.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>^^</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Age0ls9N_tM/TsbVuYcyntI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RJsIJC7sbkM/s220/lilyface.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6889NmGmaOw/ScfGfTGcIII/AAAAAAAAAGY/1WwehCx7OM4/s72-c/aurorablue1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
