I Do What I Want

Aurelia halted as Sephiran's bulky form erupted from the foliage, his snarling form a harsh contrast to the quiet serenity of the autumn morning. The soft cyan of her gaze narrowed at him — his sudden appearance did little to unnerve her. A small growl tugged at the corners of her mouth, her hackles rising involuntarily as she held the Sultan's aggressive gaze. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Her voice was sharp as flint, striking back at him with a challenge in her gaze. She was not one to be trifled with this early in the morning, especially when she had an agenda in mind- one to benefit the good of the group- his group- not just herself.

“Herb hunting," Aurelia answered pointedly, her gaze never leaving his. She held up her satchel as if it were evidence enough of her intent.

"Sephiran Saxe" & "Aurelia Veratti"