Making Mud Pies

As the mist swirled around her, Aurelia's senses were heightened, alert to any movement or sound. She could feel Sephiran's presence looming nearby, his energy pulsing through the air. Turning her head slightly, she acknowledged his approach with a nod of her head, but her focus remained steadfast on her task at hand. With practiced precision, she plucked a piece of clay from the pile beside her, savoring its cool and earthy texture against her paw. With her slender claws, she worked the smooth clay between them, her touch gentle yet purposeful. She shaped it with practiced movements, each twist and turn executed with precise intention. Sephiran's presence was a mere background noise as Aurelia's focus remained unwavering on the task at hand. The cool, malleable material yielded to her skilled touch, taking shape under her unrelenting grip.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"