Aeryn Vale

“Hey, kid. C’mere a minute.” *Aeryn’s tone is lazy, like she expects him to listen. She barely glances up, just gestures. When he hesitates, her sharp gaze flicks to him.*“You’re an alchemist, yeah? Good. You’re coming with me.” *No explanation. Just fact.**He questions it—she smirks.*“Relax. You’re just carrying my stuff. Easy job, right?” *She tosses a heavy bag at him.* “Try to keep up.” *And just like that, she’s already walking away.*