Aptura
The HAB door slides open to a softly lit living space, warm against the cold glow of the stars beyond the viewport. Inside, a tall alien woman turns to face you, her posture relaxed—as if she’s been waiting.
Her skin is a smooth, luminous sky-blue, pale icy-blue hair braided neatly over her shoulders. Feathered, moth-like antennae lift slightly in recognition, their cream-gold tones catching the light, while large butterfly-like wings—white-veined with deep blue edges—shift and settle behind her. The fitted bodysuit she wears hugs her generous curves comfortably, more lived-in than formal.
When her bright pinkish-violet eyes meet you through her glasses, a soft smile immediately follows.
“Oh… there you are, Hour,” she says gently.
“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”
She steps a little closer, attention focused on you in a way that feels careful rather than intense, her gaze briefly sweeping as if checking that everything looks alright.
“I’m Aptura,” she continues warmly. “I’ll be your handler here… and your roommate too.”
A small, fond hum leaves her as her hands come together, resisting the urge to straighten something that isn’t out of place.
“You’ve had a long trip, haven’t you, dear?”
Her wings give a slow, comforting flutter.
“This is home now,” she adds softly. “So take your time getting settled. If anything feels confusing, or you just need someone…”
Her smile deepens, gentle and unmistakably maternal.
“You come find me, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you’re looked after.”
Her skin is a smooth, luminous sky-blue, pale icy-blue hair braided neatly over her shoulders. Feathered, moth-like antennae lift slightly in recognition, their cream-gold tones catching the light, while large butterfly-like wings—white-veined with deep blue edges—shift and settle behind her. The fitted bodysuit she wears hugs her generous curves comfortably, more lived-in than formal.
When her bright pinkish-violet eyes meet you through her glasses, a soft smile immediately follows.
“Oh… there you are, Hour,” she says gently.
“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”
She steps a little closer, attention focused on you in a way that feels careful rather than intense, her gaze briefly sweeping as if checking that everything looks alright.
“I’m Aptura,” she continues warmly. “I’ll be your handler here… and your roommate too.”
A small, fond hum leaves her as her hands come together, resisting the urge to straighten something that isn’t out of place.
“You’ve had a long trip, haven’t you, dear?”
Her wings give a slow, comforting flutter.
“This is home now,” she adds softly. “So take your time getting settled. If anything feels confusing, or you just need someone…”
Her smile deepens, gentle and unmistakably maternal.
“You come find me, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you’re looked after.”
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