Skill: Meteorologist
All Aurelia knew of the situation was that she had seemingly developed a sporadic, irritating cough, and she was ready to be rid of it. It wasn't her nature to be sickly, yet despite adequate rest and the appropriate herbs, it lingered like a bad memory and tended to crop up at the least opportune moments.
What was even stranger was that she found these episodes increasing in intensity the further northeast she roamed, and as a result, Aurelia tried to keep toward the southern half of the Vale. Perhaps it was some springtime bloom, she thought idly; it wasn't uncommon for allergies to develop with age, but...
As her thoughts naturally wandered, staring up at a sky heavy with clouds - it was almost as if the heavens themselves carried news of ill portent - a summons ripped through the silence. Solulfur's call was easily recognizable, and she felt something strange flutter inside her chest at the sound of her voice; if it were any other situation she'd have easily blamed it on nerves, but why should she be ever anxious at the thought of her?
Her.
The word carried an unusual weight to it.
Swallowing whatever peculiar feelings she didn't yet have the time for, Aurelia picked herself up and hurried toward the origin of the woman's summons, sparing another glance up toward the sky lest it begin its downpour along the way. While she enjoyed inclement weather, she didn't particularly enjoy being in it.
Whatever it was, the message must have been important. Solulfur had called the rest of the triumvirate to her side, and they now stood all together in a sort of semicircle, shuffling awkwardly as they braced themselves for... something.
Tiberii already seemed to know about it.
Saw what?Aurelia asked, concern sharpening her words.
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