Fiora lived to help, to explore, to investigate and understand the world around her in a way nearly intimate. She thrived in knowledge, and she was confident that whatever she didnt yet know, she could find out. Even if it meant unsavory acts or getting her paws dirty to learn, Fiora didnt spook easy.
When there came a sign, a pull, Fiora was keen to obey, Dream, vision, imagination, message from the gods; she would leave no stone unturned.

It seemed she wasnt the only curious soul. Others flocked to the lake, and Fiora sidled up to its banks nonchalantly, as if she didnt notice the overall nervous nature of most those around her. She halted just a hairs breath away from the water and dipped her head to sniff at the surface before allowing her tongue to dart out.
It.... burned?
Fiora took a few laps, confused, unsure, and stopped once she realized the burn had trickled down her throat with the water and left the strange pain behind in its wake. Brows furrowed, she looked around at the others in silent contemplation, not as willing as her Auntie to jump to the conclusion of cursed.

Was it a warning?