you must be joking

The midday sun painted the taiga in hues of gold, casting a warm glow upon the landscape. The healer's den, once forgotten, now transformed into a place she found herself spending quite a bite of her time. A place to occupy herself with, and to give herself purpose. As Aurelia surveyed her work, her thoughts lingered on the direction she wanted to take this project. What she needed to collect, and the skillset she wanted to continue refining.

The task of herb collection led her deeper into the heart of the valley, where the echoes of falling water provided a soothing backdrop to her endeavors. Sapphire eyes scanned the terrain for signs that would indicate anything of use, her keen senses attuned to the subtlest shifts in the environment. As she walked, Aurelia's eagerness increased, driven by both her desire to be prepared and a less overt motivation.

Unbeknownst to her, the landscape wasn't the only thing stirring with hidden intentions. In the shadows, beneath the cover of the taiga, she got the feeling that she was no longer alone. A shift in the wind, brought a vaguely familiar scent. One she thought she remembered from the night Sephiran called order to his following. As she crossed the threshold into a thinner part of the wood, her attention immediately settled on the shadowing frame, large than her own. One she immediately knew as Sephiran and Yarrabelle's sibling. It seemed as if she was in pursuit of something. "Anything I can help you find?" Aurelia called out as she moved to a more conversational distance.

"Aurelia Veratti"