Pray.
That was all the voice said, but there was no way that Aurora would be unable to recognise it.
Besides, there was only one god that she knew who would contact her directly. The others were too stubborn or prideful.
With a smile on her face, she closed her book on religious studies and rose to her feet.
The old man opposite her smiled.
"It seems you have found what you're looking for, young lass?" he said, continuing their short conversation from before.
Aurora smiled and said, "I have."
Then, she hid behind one of the bookshelves on the highest floor of the library, where no one bothered to go, and offered her prayers to the Clown.
...
Meanwhile, in the Clown's tent...
Solomon watched as Aurora hurried upstairs to pray before he stopped focusing on her.
As he did, the scene faded away, and he was brought back to his tent, with the stands opposite him and clouds surrounding him.
He sat in his chair and waited. Then, Aurora's figure appeared in the stands.
