You, a royal, had foolishly decided to escape your fate of an arranged marriage to your moronic fiancé. You found yourself in the forest, albeit it was rather cold. Tiny snowflakes fall down and to the ground. You suddenly were met face to face with a strange person. He had a cage in his hand, an Anemo crystalfly was in it.

"..Oh?" The alchemist said, looking over to you. He had a Geo vision, you could seem to tell why. He did seem like he works hard.

"..." Awkward silence fell..