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It took a while, but I did promise a new page on the Aubrey and Arienette theme. I’ve got some other pages of their story I’d like to finish and post, but I make no promises this time. 

I posted Aubrey’s bio last time, so here’s one for Arienette

Arienette is the glue. In a certain mood, sitting on a roof top under the crescent moon, she might confide to you that she is the center of the whole entire universe; if she stopped breathing, if her heart stopped beating, it would all fall apart. And she would state it with such conviction that you might dare to believe it was true. Conviction is a key word for this girl.

Arienette believes in things. She believes that if she kisses her elbow she will turn into a boy; standing in a crowded train station one might observe as she absentmindedly lifts her arm above her head and contorts the muscles this way and that trying to convince that boney point to meet her lips. She believes that whole deal about stepping on cracks and mother’s backs. Confronted once with a four building long stretch of fractured concrete between herself and her destination was more than enough to bring her to tears. Arienette had a good deal of guilt associated with her mother already, her birth had put the woman into a coma, she wasn’t about to risk careless crack stepping.

She was born in New York, although it’s unclear exactly when. Her father had a tendency to forget so they would celebrate it whenever it crossed his mind. She enjoyed this the year she turned seven three times, but when she was ten for four years it began to feel a lot less fun.

It was never made clear to her exactly how her birth and her mother’s coma had coincided, but she believes the one directly caused the other and no one has ever corrected her. Her parents had met on a MGM lot; her father was hired to operate a spotlight and after 20 minutes training proceeded to almost kill the starlet and her leading man by dropping it from the rafters. He was promptly fired, but the starlet took pity on him and assuredly said, “It’s not the end of the world, you were meant for bigger roles.” After that he had them. He was in every movie she ever made afterwards, all three of them. His favorite was The Sea Rose, where the starlet played a stowaway on a navy battle cruiser, dad played sailor #47, and Arienette played in her tiny tummy.

Arienette’s closest confidants are Aubrey and the Raven. She’s pretty convinced that they’re both figments of her imagination and is aware of the lunacy it would take to actually believe in a talking raven and a cherub, even if they aren’t. But she’s glad to have them, they’re much more amusing to have around than real people.

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