pretty little thing

In the days following the little gathering she hadn’t consented to attend- but be damned if she had been asked to leave it. Things began falling into more of a predictable rhythm. While there was more of a presence of Sephiran and his family in the Polar Sound, she still kept mostly to herself. She preferred it that way; while she didn’t go out of her way to attract trouble, it still seemed to find her easily enough. As she adjusted to the new reality and whatever it was that Sephiran had come to represent, she found that her daily routine largely consisted of walking aimlessly from one end of the Polar Sound to the other and back again lost in her own thoughts. It wouldn't be long before she attempted another sacrifice, it was just finding the proper way to do it. Not that she had been led to believe there was an incorrect way to take one's own life. But it seemed a cliff dive wasn't a method that was acceptable- not to her goddess, at least.

Lost in the fantasies of death, she hadn’t realized that she had wandered up on someone until she heard the snarls coming from a feminine voice … directed at a … stick? Blinking her thoughts away, it only took her a moment to recognize Sephiran’s sister. “Is it all sticks? Or just that particular one that upset you?” Aurelia asked with a tilt to her head, and an amused smirk that tucked at her lips. What a peculiar individual.

"Aurelia Veratti"