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

skill: [none]

It was thrilling and freeing, to decimate the precious remains of her stores. Of course, Euphemia was bolstered by the consistent realization that she could replenish her stock come the spring, but her reality now was renewal and recycle. Of these, this was the destruction part, in its own puny and inconsequential ways. Euphemia fairly and easily ascertained that this act would have no dire consequences. Her knowledge had no applicable use. These herbs and medicinal plants were nothing more than a colorful, paper-like confetti scattered on the ground.

The only consequence of this miniature decimation might only show itself if the act had been observed – which, of course, it had been.

A yellow-tinted female approached her. Euphemia turned her head to the other and smiled, knowing her to be Golde of Dawnbreak’s own ranks. Perhaps another individual might have felt silly or shameful, but Euphemia was long-past feeling things like shame. She had been born in these lands, in two different universes – and Golde was a stranger, adopted into it like an orphan. In such an ancestral land, it was almost impossible for Euphemia to feel anything less than utterly shameless and somewhat entitled.

No, not really, Euphemia quipped, and that was all she said. And then she upturned an eyebrow towards the woman, wondering what she would say next. Maybe it would be a formal introduction – or maybe not?

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