âAurora Polaris. It's a natural phenomenon, I don't think anyone really knows why it happens, but I think it certainly looks like magic. I saw it only a few times back home,â she explains eagerly, all thoughts of thievery and gods forgotten for the moment.
âSometimes in the north, at night time, instead of the normal darkness and stars the sky lights up with colours, usually greens and reds. Like this:â She casts a quick cantrip, prestidigitation, using it to replicate the gently swirling colours of an aurora in her palm as she continues breathlessly, âbut imagine that filling the whole sky! No spell can do it justice. The view is best in the mountains; standing on the snowy cliffs able to see so much of FaerĂťn beneath you lit up by that sky above you, it reminds you how strange and beautiful it is to be alive in this world.... Oh, once we are cured, I must take you north to see it!â
One of the few times, with all her constant wanderlust, she finds herself feeling a pang of homesickness for the valley of Evereska and the hills and mountains and woods surrounding it. She hopes she really will survive to visit again.