mental

Aurelia listened to Caedes' words with a dismissive flick of her ear, her cyan eyes glinting in the light reflecting off the crystals of frost. His voice - calm, commanding, and gravelly - barely cut through the white noise of her own thoughts. As he issued his challenge, she suppressed a groan, the prospect of venturing into the bleak and unrelenting wilderness for herbs was not attractive to her. But she liked Caedes well enough, so she decided to humor him, shaking her silvery coat as she rose from her seated position.

The taste of bitter frost hung thick in the air, nipping playfully at the cerulean-blue markings on her slender frame. The scent of pine trees filled her nostrils, a harsh yet somehow comforting aroma that marked this frigid wasteland as home. And with a lingering stretch, she took off- using her senses and intuition to locate anything of use.

"Aurelia Veratti"