Aurea smiles politely at the large creature. Indeed. I am Aurea Chrysos, at your service.
Her attention is caught between the Rayaat, which is like nothing she's seen before and the flaming hawt man, who she is staring at for a different reason.
"No one can pass through life, any more than he can pass through a bit of country, without leaving tracks behind, and those tracks may often be helpful to those coming after him in finding their way."
– Lord Baden-Powell