Raise the Wreck of Doubt

As she answered his obviously annoyed stare with her own of satisfied amusement, she narrowed her eyes to mock his own expression. However, as he suddenly turned away from her, her gaze was replaced with curious interest … that is, until it registered with her what his intentions were. “What are you doing?” She asked, following him to the end of her herb store near the burning incense. The only answer she got was him abruptly stopping, cramming a paw into one of the shallow pockets and throwing out all of its contents onto the floor and in the direction of the slow burning altar. “Hey! What are you- Stop!” Aurelia yelped as she scrambled to clear away the scattered dry herbs from the red glowing embers. She was quick enough to rescue most of the stock, but a few of the ones that had landed too close were beginning to ignite around the edge. She looked up just in time to see more of her collected herbs floating through the air and onto the ground- quite a bit more landing near and around the sparking flame. With each new addition it only added to the white billowy smoke that filled the enclosed space. “Stop! You fucking idiot! You’re going to suffocate us all!” She seethed at him, scrambling to kick some of the damp moss over the top of what was beginning to burn in an effort to suffocate it. That seemed to address that problem, but there was still the giant mess he was making in the process. “STOP!” Aurelia screamed in a rage, lunging for him in an attempt to come between the brute and the stock she had collected. It was no use. But in doing so, she managed an unobstructed view of Aresenn, beginning to crumble the structure of the organizer.  She watched as he caved in three of the divets like it was nothing. “Stop!!! Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” Aurelia pleaded, fighting to insert herself between him and the herb store once more. But as soon as she agreed to treat the other girl, Aresenn stopped his destructive rampage. As he looked at her expectantly, she offered him a snarl of her own. She held his glare for a few more moments, before crossing the den to examine Absinth. But not without one last insult under her breath. “Asshole.”

"Aurelia Veratti"