[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

Usually, she was alone when foraging. Not many had the stamina for it. It was a different kind of stamina than wolfkind was used to; instead of long-term pursuit and strength-of-jaws, it required a delicate touch. Patience. This was not a skill that could be easily cultivated or refined, for the only factor that influenced it was time itself. Plants could not be forced to germinate, they could not be forced to bloom or bear fruit. Either you knew where and in what climate conditions to look, or you didn’t.

Then, you just, looked around.

What her foraging was not yielding in herbs, it yielded in sisterhood. Tiberii found her and came up asking about the song. Euphemia smiled softly, the demure curve of her mouth gathering in both cheeks, and narrowed her gaze wondering if Tiberii had purposefully sought her out, or if Euphemia had procured her just as sirens lured sailors to their death via melody.

Yeah, it is. Euphemia admitted, hoping her sibling wouldn’t poke fun at her voice or chosen activity or the fact that she was singing a song from their childhood. Tiberii had never been the kind, but... you know how siblings can be, even when grown. Similarly, the maiden briefly entertained the idea of a duet with the dark pillar, but immediately shuffled it to the back of her mind when she remembered how solemn everything was. Want to help? she asked, waving her tail in a white-flag welcome.

I’m gathering Goldenrod.

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