What Happens in the Altar ...

The serenity of the moment truly began to establish its hold on her, as she tilted her chin back to the sky in a salutation to the moon. While not as bright as the Pink Full Moon a few days prior, it still provided plenty of light to see- not that she was doing very much of that. Or at least, not until he showed up.

In an instant, her eyes flashed open and her muscles tensed in sudden surprise at the unexpected voice. Though, after a moment to collect her thoughts, she recognized the tone without having to turn around. As her startled breath began to calm down, she licked her lips before answering. “Look, Snaggletooth, now’s not a good time.” Aurelia started, pushing herself further in the deepest part of the pool so she could turn to face him a little more casually. She made no move to rise out of the water, or to stand to greet him, leaving herself submerged just above her shoulder. She couldn’t help but allow her attention to linger. He wasn’t too rough on the eyes after all.

Though, the cheshire grin that spread across his features sparked some sort of flame within- the annoyance beginning to trickle through her at his presence and her sober state. Why was he so damn proud of himself? Clearing her throat, she spoke again, but in a little more of a lighter tone. “Be a dear, and go ruin someone else’s ’me time’ okay?” Aurelia crooned as she came to settle on the opposite side of the small pool, looking at him with clear expectation in her hardened gaze.

"Aurelia Veratti"