What Happens in the Altar ...

As he settled beside her, the tension that had collected in his muscles over the last couple of weeks started to melt away. So many things had happened in the spring season, most of it involving Aresenn and the chaos they unleashed. Two alphas, several daughters, multiple bears, a crocodile, and a leopard seal later, and Sephiran was beat. The warmth of the water reminded him of the hot springs that were close to his homelands. His mother had taken him there, mainly to soak herself off after an interaction with his father. This wasn’t quite the same, because the geysers didn’t have the same sulfur smell like the hot springs did. And he wasn’t helping his mom wash blood off her pelt.

Memories of home flooded his mind, so much that he completely diverted his attention away from her. But it only lasted a few moments, as she drew him back in with another insult. Only this time, she was asking for his name, instead of just trying to piss him off. “Did you forget what I said?” His head turned to face her, lips curling again to flash his teeth. Was she really that adamant about losing her tongue? “I’ll rip it right out of your mouth with these snaggleteeth.” The threat came out as a hiss, as she was starting to bring out his anger all over again. Perhaps he was being too lenient with her. It may be easier to just drown her in the water.

Fortunately for her, she gave a pretty in-depth explanation of her little setup, which increased his knowledge of the use of these herbs she was using. Some were familiar to him, but the whole mind and spirit thing sounded like a joke. She also mentioned something about her last incense, which must have been that weird smoke that made him so sleepy. He was genuinely interested in it, but his arrogance prevented him from asking about it. So he just grumbled in acknowledgment, pleased that this bath would aid in healing his wounds.

What he did decide to do though, was give her his name. “Sephiran-“ His gaze shifted towards her, to look her in the eyes. He wanted her to remember his face, know his name, and recognize his scent. Sephiran Saxe.” Because he was going to be coming around a lot more often. “And what should I call you.... aside from bitch?” If she wanted to throw out snaggletooth, he would insult her back, unless he gave her something better to call her. Really it was just some rude banter.

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