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

Skill: [none]

For all the bull in a china shop that Tiberii thought of herself, Euphemia saw a different soul. She saw a woman who was multi-passionate and skilled in many areas that Euphemia herself was not. Tiberii was brave and stalwart, not afraid to combat foe or fire or risk her very life for the greater good. It was every quality that was admired in a capable packwolf

– and if that was so, then what was she but a silly girl who wasted her days gazing at meadows?

Still, Tiberii (the most capable person in the world) offered her help with her silly little task, and commended her silly little song, saying that she sounded like mother. Euphemia smiled, wrinkling her nose, happy to change the subject and focus on the plant task at hand. Though, quietly, Euphemia wondered if Tiberii had an ulterior motive for seeking her out, or if this was just happy happenstance.

Tiberii suggested she wasn’t delicate enough for the task, and Euphemia chuckled. You have teeth, no? she chirped, relying on her sense of humor to relate. They can be used for more than sparring, she suggested with a quirk of a brow, her soft expression suggesting that she was more empathetic to Tiberii’s plight than her words would suggest.

But when Euphemia dragged her gaze from her sister and looked out at this particular crevasse in the Vale, and remembered her plight. It’s pretty late in the season for it. I can’t seem to find much, the maiden admitted, but then caught sight of something at the last second. Euphemia pointed her nose towards the earth as she stepped towards it, unable to take her eyes from it lest she blink and it unceremoniously disappeared.

It has many, long stems with tiny yellow flowers. Like this, see? the sprite looked up and gave Tiberii an encouraging tail wag, hoping she didn’t find this all dreadfully boring.

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