[ Here she is, on starspire collection duty, because after a week in camp she's itching to get out and explore the area around. Maybe stab a few monsters or five if she gets lucky (she has not been lucky so far).

Instead, she's loitering around in some desert area while some guy doodles a plant and she squints up at the sky, trying to see if she can predict the oncoming weather from the clouds alone. Her oversized spear is, as always, clutched in one hand, glowing a soft blue. Their bucket of collected starspire root sits by her feet. ]

Are you done yet? You've been drawing for like ten minutes already.

[ How long can a drawing possibly take?

As he sketches away, she leans over his shoulder, squinting. It's actually not a bad rendition to her untrained eye. ]

Why are you drawing it anyway? They probably already have records back at camp.