"Your cute Spiritual Ego Partner is completely correct!" Titania—or rather, Vaelora speaking through her—giggled in the refined, practiced manner of someone long accustomed to royal composure.
The sound was genuinely one of the cutest things I had heard all day, carrying a light, melodic quality that somehow still held an undercurrent of poised authority.
"And you already give a feeling as though you are a Class 3 Demigod," she continued, her voice gentle yet carrying absolute certainty. "You are the one responsible for that such immense and dense aura hanging up in the clouds, no? That vast, overwhelming pressure drifting high above Fairylynch like an unseen storm cloud waiting to descend at any moment?"
YELP!
I was found out!
The realization struck me as I looked out the window.
I had thought dispersing most of my aura upward would keep it subtle and unobtrusive, but clearly it had been far more visible than I realized to anyone with the right perception.
