Ignition

***Ophelia*** "That was a great decision." My aunt has appeared behind me, in the reception room where we were going to meet before heading to the venue. "Which part? The dress or the hair?" I ask, as I take in her appearance, too. Having formally announced her latest pregnancy to the media only a few days ago, she is taking full advantage. Not many pregnant women would look as radiant in a silk, floor-length, baby-blue gown. It hugs her small bump in a tasteful way. "Both," she says with a smile. She cricks her neck a little and looks out the large bay window into the gathered darkness. "Do you ever feel it?" she asks me quietly, "do you feel the itch, when the full moon is near?" I sigh, and I shake my head. "I do not," I admit with a quiet sigh. "Ever since James came into my li