If Only We Had Known.

Aurelia reveled in the change of surroundings as she roamed the Vericona Plains, eagerly leaving behind the dreary Druid's Moor. The expansive grassland stretched out in front of her, a sea of swaying wheat grass and dense shrubbery. The sun was descending towards the horizon, painting the landscape with a warm, golden, early autumn light. The air was brisk and pure, a welcome contrast to the oppressive sensation of drowning where Sephiran had elected to set them up at for the season. Aurelia breathed in deeply, savoring the crisp air that filled her lungs. She closed her eyes and let the gentle breeze play with the tips of her fur. The plains seemed to feel alive beneath her paws, each blade of grass humming with its own silent melody. Aurelia's expression gave away nothing as she surveyed the area, her sapphire gaze scanning for anything that she couldn’t live without in regard to her shallow herb stock. She walked with a sense of direction and intention, her footfalls barely making any sound on the varied terrain. The tall grass rustled softly in the wind, revealing brief glimpses of winding streams and small ponds scattered throughout the landscape. She found herself being idly drawn in by the trickle of moving water, curious to sort out just what could be found growing at the edge of creek bed.

"Aurelia Veratti"