The Hunter's Moon

With a bated breath, Aurelia's heart raced in anticipation as she watched Rhazien produce her dagger from beneath his coat. The moonlight caught the blade just right, causing it to glint and shimmer like a precious gem. It was a tool of immense value, one that had been confiscated from her during a previous altercation. She longed to feel its weight in her paw once more, to feel the connection to her ancestors that it represented. Despite the thrill and longing coursing through her veins, Aurelia maintained a calm and collected facade, unwilling to reveal just how much this dagger meant to her. With calculated movements, she approached Rhazien, every step deliberate and precise as if performing a delicate dance with destiny itself. "You've had my dagger this whole time?" she asked, her voice neutral. Honestly she was surprised that he had kept it, and hadn’t thrown it away as soon as he had taken it from her. “And you’re giving it back to me?” This was the part that had her suspicious of his intentions. Or was he here merely just to taunt her with it? That seemed more likely.

"Aurelia Veratti"