The past few days had simply been full of surprises. With the weird storm manifesting from nowhere, to the now slightly warmer weather they had been experiencing. She wasn't quite sure what to think. However, the sun was at its apex and the warmth soaked into her auburn fur. Today her intentions were to finish drying her cuttings so they would be safe to store. It would buy her time to work on identifying them if they were properly pressed. Laying each bundle out on a larger flat rock- evenly space, she began setting smoother river stones on top of the herbs to help them set, and to prevent them from blowing away.
But before she could get her project wrapped up, the masculine tones of a familiar voice caught her attention. A bright grin spread across her features, laced with disbelief and delight. Without a second thought as to what she was in the middle of, Kiliaen quickly began to work her way toward the source.
The autumn fae followed the stream that the falls sourced through the forest. As the trees began thinning out, her amber gaze settled on Balthier's shadowed form in the distance. But as she drew closer, her attention shifted to what was behind him. Her pace slowed. Was she prepared to go out on the ocean today ... she didn't know. Though, she wouldn't allow herself to dwell on it for long. She was happier to see its captain than anything else. She found that dual-toned sapphire gaze of his as she came into a conversational distance. "You brought your raft!" She acknowledged jovially, motioning to what lay anchored on the shoreline behind him. While she herself wasn't entirely excited about what she could only imagine he had in mind ... she knew that it was a hobby of his. And she would do her best to portray interest as well.
