Satara sat by the river that cut through Umbra's rich forest, humming as she collected water for drinking and crafting. Her satchel hung by her side as she dipped a flask into the water and poured the liquid into a container.

Tempi wandered through the Umbra forest, admiring the thick trees with the deep green leaves. It was very different from her home on the icy plains of Defois, yet it was still beautiful. She came upon a river and tested the water. The water was not cold, as in her home and so she put down her wares and jumped in, splashing around and pushing water around with her wings. What she didn't notice was the other puff by the stream and accidentally splashed water on her.

Yelping, Satara shook her fur. Droplets went flying and she turned to the other puffadore. "Oh, hello..." He fur was wet and frizzy, but the sun would dry it up soon.

Tempi looked up and saw the other puff. "Oh! Sorry, did I get you wet?" She hurried out and shook herself. "I have some things that can dry your fur, if you want."

She laughed good-naturedly. "No, I'm fine, my fur will dry up quickly. Thank you for offering, though. I was just here to get some water for my crafting."

"Oh, I'm a crafter too!" Tempi smiled softly. "But now that the war is going on, a lot of the supplies I'd really want to get are inaccessible. At least I get a lot of stuff, being a merchant. My name is Tempheralita, but you can call me Tempi or Temp, whichever you wish. What's your name?"

"Beautiful name," She commented. "I am Satara. It is nice to meet someone who practices the same trade as I do."

"Mhmm." Tempi hummed as she moved her bags over to where Satara was. "What are you making now?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a few more blades, those are in a higher demand now. I'm not the best Smith though," she said. "Maybe a few healing droughts but those aren't my specialty either. I don't even think I have a specialty."