Amaranth smiled at the scrawny-looking woman, taking a few steps closer still. “Not ‘lost’ as in you need directions,” she said, cautiously implying that the woman seemed out of place, somehow. Amaranth took a seat across from the scrawny-looking woman, her eyes drinking in every detail. She remained silent for a while, before speaking up again. “My name is Amaranth. Amaranth Rose. I’m a skin-changer.” She smiled at the woman, waving her hand in the air. A strange greenish glow enveloped her hand, turning it into the paw of a bear for a moment. As the paw morphed back into a human hand, Amaranth kept eye contact, studying the woman’s reaction.
“I heard your stomach growl,” she said, smiling brightly again. She stood up, and dusted off her fur kilt. “I can, perhaps, help with that,” she continued, and started gesturing again. This time, the gestures left trails of green, red, and yellow in the air. From the ether of that trail, food was created. Two slices of bread with butter, a banana, an apple, and a small cluster of grapes - a relatively hearty lunch. The food took its rest on a plate made from what looked like bark, held in Amaranth’s left hand. She offered the plate to the woman, smiling once again. “Come on. Eat. That food is woven straight from the essence of the Sundering Gardens, where I grew up. You won’t find better.” Assuming the woman accepted the plate, Amaranth would take a seat once again, and remain quiet so as to give the woman the opportunity to eat uninterrupted.