Making Mud Pies

Peering out into the moor, it took his eyes several moments to adjust to the fleeting light. Here and there, the sun was able to penetrate through the fog and reach the ground- though, these places were far and few between. Releasing a snort and stretching out his back legs, Sephiran left the opening of his domain. Traveling through the mist with ease, trying to measure the alteration in viscosity as he traversed into thicker portions of fog. The towering circle of stones was far behind him now- and up above, he can hear the screeching of his falcon. Meaning, another band member was in the vicinity. Of course, he smelt her scent long before his falcon alerted him. That sickly sweet, intoxicating perfume that clung to a pelt of sapphire and charcoal. Aurelia.  

"Sephiran & Aurelia"