What Happens in the Altar ...

She dipped her muzzle into the water as she bit back laughter as he threatened her with his snaggleteeth. She really didn’t mean it to insult him, but she was certain that it would be difficult to assure him of that if she laughed in his face. Clearing her throat, she withdrew the lower part of her face from the pool to draw in her next breath. “Apologies.” She said, with a tone that was only a little less than sincere.

Again, to her surprise, he seemed somewhat interested in the herbal portion of what she had to say. Maybe he wasn’t entirely a lost cause after all. As her description came to a close, and a brief silence settled between them she was met with yet another surprise. An introduction she half expected never to receive. She cleared her throat to exchange some more pleasantries but wasn’t given the opportunity before being prompted for her own name. She couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, even if it was at her expense. The context was just much more amusing than the actual meaning of his words if it were his intention or not. “Well, Sephiran. You have a sense of humor after all. See? Isn’t that nice?” Aurelia answered, gently nudging him in the shoulder with her own to draw an emphasis on what she thought to be funny.

Whether the touch rubbed him the wrong way or not, she was quick to continue. “I have been called much worse than that.” The smaller fae began, “But my name, is Aurelia if you choose to use it instead.” In the end, it didn’t really matter to her.  Though she couldn’t help but tease him a bit more. “I don’t mind the occasional bitch, though.” She assured him, offering a playful glance out of the corner of her eye.

"Aurelia Veratti"