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There isn't any announcement when Auri arrives in Itinere. No, that would be far too brazen. Not even a glimpse of her can be caught in the light of day. This is wrong. Not just bad, but wrong. Auri does not belong in this above-ground place, no safe retreat. The whole city seems disjointed, pulled to and fro by people's whims far more than even any ordinary city is.

And after a day of frightened, out-of-place, selfish wishing, tunnels begin to appear underneath the city. They aren't home, and so much the better. No sweet, perfect Mantle or sprightly Vaults or sunpierced Yellow Twelve belongs here. She doesn't wish to see any of her own rooms and her own familiar tunnels if it means the Underthing would be transplanted into new earth with her.

No. Best all of those things stay in their proper place. She must be careful not to ask for them, even in her innermost heart, lest her own greedy will pull them here. As it is, she must wish things to shift ever so slowly, and only into their truest forms. They must be themselves, and not what she wants them to be. Her Underthing she found ready-made, and only waiting to be set to rights. Auri tends to things. She names them. She helps them shift from one form to another or one place to another, but only in the proper way, if it is what and where they want to be. Making something completely anew, out of nothing, is not for her.

Auri doesn't always like the moon; sometimes it is too sharp for her comfort. She haunts the city, venturing out most often on cloudy nights. She always looks before she moves. She searches for food when her belly tightens in complaint, and tries very hard not to order a meal into being somewhere coincidentally convenient. Softly, softly, she has to tread very gently down the path of every thought here.

Food can lure her into the open, though Auri will only take what seems to be waiting. A vegetable fallen to the floor, a loaf of bread set aside. She always tries to check for people or hazards before she takes, occasionally leaving behind something that feels right in fitting exchange, her small offerings incomprehensible to most. Music lures her more readily from her refuges, creeping very quietly as close as she can manage to listen while staying out of sight. There's a lot of music right now, and though Auri stays ever so carefully out of the festivities in the center of town, she can't quite resist listening from behind the corner of a building or beneath a grate in the street.

Despite her care it may happen that a noise gives her away. Likewise, someone may catch a glimpse of floating golden hair or, more rarely, green light in the streets or on the rooftops. Should they call out, she'll bolt. But she knows very few of the ways and secrets of this city yet, and she's easier to corner than she ever would be in Imre or grounds of the University. Cornering her, of course, will get you less than nowhere when it comes to trust. Taking the time, night after night, to lull and draw her in is by far the more successful route. Just as Auri believes very strongly, it's worth the time to do things in the proper way.