Dumbfounded, Jura tilted his head like a confused hound and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zaelyane shook her head, took out her smoking pipe and answered while filling it with dried intoxicating herbs. "Haden had left the mountains at a young age, right?"
He nodded.
She snapped her fingers, a bright green flame appeared on her fingertips, and she continued, "In the world beyond the red and black mountains, only one in a thousand awakens their aura..."
Jura blinked in disbelief and muttered, "One in a thousand...? Isn't that too low?"
She placed the mouth of the smoking pipe between her lips, lit the dried herbs and said with a faint nod, "It is."
Smoke drifted out of the pipe; she inhaled it with her mouth, and Jura stared at her with a deadpan expression.
A few moments passed, she continued to take puffs out of her pipe, and he commented, "Every time I meet you, you remind me how different you are from her."
