You're good with animals

As I lay on the forest floor, staring up at the concerned face of "Serena," my mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Serena? Did Seraphine really think I was that stupid?

Her magic was so unique, so unmistakable, that even in disguise, I could feel her presence. It was like trying to mask the scent of roses with perfume. The distinct essence would always shine through.

Seraphine had a magic aura that was like no other, a signature impossible to miss. It was both her greatest strength and her most glaring weakness in subterfuge.

I could sense the underlying currents of her power, the way the air subtly vibrated around her, the faint shimmer that danced at the edge of my vision. It was Seraphine, without a doubt.

Did she think I would forget how her presence felt, how her magic resonated in the air? No, I wasn't that foolish. This was the woman who had killed Jade, the love of my life, and that memory was etched into my very being.