Je suis une enfant du monde

Auriga heard the stranger's approach, and she raised her head, one paw moving to pluck a singular yellow-headed flower between her claws and place it in the satchel.

The dry tone that came from her jaws was amused, at least. "Only if you've no imagination." Auriga's lips twitched into a smile that was more sincere than her smug little expression from before, and she continued on her way, circling slowly towards the stranger. Her yellow eyes, beady and cold, narrowed slightly as she took Absinthe in. "And what, pray tell, has you this far North?"

It sounds almost like an accusation. Almost. Almost. Auriga continues her search, though, because she had come for a reason, and though the woman was appealing, she... needed to multi task.