Emberwood Hearth

Saraphine sighed and shook her head. "The unfortunate drawback to winter is lack of berry resources. Within a few days of the lack of berries, the colors fade. Usually we do not have a problem with it, however, as the paints are merely ceremonial. It is a tradition that had been passed on for many generations. And when Spring comes back, I will continue to repaint the bands."

She took note on how the girl in front of her studied the colors. It made the fiery female wonder exactly how much information the she-wolf in front of her had received from the endeavor. It didn't matter much, though. She had nothing to hide, really. "As for my profession, Miss. I am what you could call a Speaker. More specifically, a Speaker for the Dead." She stated, as if that clarified things.