::Aurriana had gotten a call from her publisher. It was some time in the middle of the night for the blond bombshell, but for her publisher is was still 9:30 in the night. What possessed that man to call so late? She did wonder, but quickly dismissed the question as Aurriana answered the call. "Darling! I have Hans Klok next to me and he has requested for you to be in his magic show. He read your latest book and asked me personally to call you with the request." The woman stared at the space next to her bed, empty. "Where is it?" She asked still in a groggy tone. Manicured hand was reaching for the alarm clock next to her wondering what time it was. 12:30 the pink digital numbers read. "In Vegas. You should do this, it will increase books sales! It's a magic show, Aurri." The man was saying yapping on and on about Hans Klok, as if Aurriana had never heard of the Magician before.
He was one of the few people that still entertained Magically. As if this world wasn't already full of the strange. An illusionist, is what he was. All smoke and mirrors. After a yawn, and a few Minutes of debating, she would give her ok about it. Her new book wouldn't be out till next year, and she had already started it, half way done really. Getting a break from witting wouldn't be so bad actually. The Rodere was in good hands. In fact things have been rather quiet, and this was work related, so Milo wouldn't be worried about her disappearing for a week or so. Well, Aurriana hoped he wouldn't. "Alright, Ian. Book me a ticket, and I'll take the next flight out." She told him finally. Guess she wasn't going to sleep tonight. Since she had to start packing. Aurriana guessed she could sleep on the plane. First Class was always the best, and knowing Ian, he wouldn't fly her any other way.::
