Maybe Next Time

Aurelia gave a scoff that reverberated off the rough, jagged walls of the den, her striking cyan eyes rolling dramatically in response to Caedes' concern. "I'm not some damsel in distress, Caedes," Her expression changed as a sharp pang of discomfort shot through her body, causing her to carefully lower herself onto the cold, unyielding stone floor. “Just nearing my due date.” The strain and discomfort she had been hiding was now visible in her tense posture and furrowed brow.

As to why she was here. “I’m actually looking for some extra herbs,” Aurelia began, her gaze sweeping around his den with casual interest. It was filled with shelves of jars and bundles of dried plants, emanating a heady scent that made Aurelia's senses tingle. "I have some Lavender, Chamomile, and Feverfew all ready," she continued, listing off the herbs she already had. "But I need something to help with the pain. You got anything?" Her eyes flicked back to Caedes, searching for a spark of recognition in his verdant gaze.


"Aurelia Veratti"