As she was meant with the friendly grin of the sniffling fae, Aurelia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Her inquiry wasn’t answered with words, but rather a gesture. An invitation to follow. And reluctantly, she would.
As the fog overtook them, and eventually cleared, a small pond came into view in the heart of a small clearing surrounded by willows. Her attention was immediately drawn to the swirling in the center of the pool, but the movement of her guide’s gesture sent her forward. There were stepping stones that protruded from the mirror-like surface. But before taking them, Aurelia hesitated at the water’s edge. Leaning down to inspect it, sniffing it, and trying to focus on what might lay beneath the fluid barrier.
Professor
Cosmetologist
