What Happens in the Altar ...

While she was faced with a curled-lipped display of grandeur, she herself maintained an empty expression with an unwavering gaze. She met his dual-toned stare with narrowed eyes- not rising from the water to meet him physically, but still offering the challenge of mind and wit. As he questioned the way of the world, she was quick to answer him. “It’s not a belief, it’s an acknowledgment of truth.” She could imagine that stupidity of thinking that for one moment a single individual could see themself as preferable to the forces of nature. “The foolish part, is that you believe yourself to be superior to her.” She sneered back in the coldest tone she could offer.

As she had already been anticipating an imminent threat, and looking to make her own escape from the hot spring, she didn’t pay attention to his last exchange. With as much sudden strength as she could muster, Aurelia propelled herself from the bath she had prepared- narrowly avoiding the clasp of jaws where she had just been moments ago. In the end, none of the stuff she had brought truly mattered- she could remake her supplies. The only thing that mattered now was putting as much distance between herself and Sephiran Saxe, as quickly as she could.

-exit Aurelia unless stopped-

"Aurelia Veratti"