Altar of Twilight butter and biscuits for your meal

he did not miss the scrutiny in her gaze and shifted uncomfortably as if to try and avoid the feeling of being under a microscope. upon apparently passing whatever test she had administered, astaroth let the tension in his muscles relax, inky ears swiveling forward as she looked to the moonlit slate of grey.

"pretty, don't you think?" he asked, curious if she found the sight to be as interesting as he. to be honest there wasn't much to it, but the way the moonlight reflected off the wall in waves left him entranced.