Ara could see into every room from the front door.

A quite pretty Ara looked up at them with interest.

Ara thought, even though she knew how it had to end.

Right now Ara was here and she wanted to be there.

We keep an eye on the place when Ara goes away.

For a moment, Ara expected the red color to come off on his hands like blood.

Then he turned to the old Ara behind the table and continued.

The Ara that was to show them the way stopped in front of a door.

Ara, you take the other beach and do the same.

Ara tried to read his expression and found she couldn't.

He lives on a farm with his mother named Ara.

But the evidence said Ara had been a busy little town until a few hours ago.

Mother Ara had mentioned that the body was found in the living room.

But the Ara was not without a sense of humour.

During this ara people were on average six miles tall.

Ara: An average high school student in her junior year.

Ara left him and turned to the next slave, the young man.

But Ara could see through her as if she were a ghost.

Ara's mind, however, expected sound and language, so it provided them for her.

That left the others still frozen, but Ara didn't want more than one.

Ara didn't know how to respond, so she said nothing.

Ara wasn't sure she wanted to go, but did anyway.

The Ara nodded, as though learning something that he had known all along.

The name meant nothing to Ara, for which she was grateful.

All of these were signs that Ara was in charge.