With an extensive knowledge of botany, Verina is always solicitous, always smiling, and always wishing for every flower to be blessed with the miracle of life.
Verina cherishes her Pioneer Association expedition goggles, remnants of a journey and warm memories like Starflower. Now useless for danger detection, they hold sentimental value to her.
The flower sample from Verina's first fieldwork. She waited for the flower to bloom and carefully preserved it. Verina sees the blooming of a flower as an everlasting moment of life's beauty, encapsulating her love for both flowers and life itself.
Whenever she goes out to participate in expeditions or field trips, Verina always finds shortcuts to explore or avoids lurking dangers with the help of her plant friends. Verina draws them all. Behind a small map with childish strokes are valuable lessons, proof that Verina is following in her mother's footsteps.
“If you’re asking about Verina. Boy, you’re in for a story,” When asked about Verina, Riggs, leader of one of the Pioneer exploration teams, always begins with these words, “When she first came aboard our team, she was always by herself and didn’t really talk to people. We were all worried about her, since she had lost her parents...” “We couldn’t help but feel sad for her. She was so young, but already had it rough in life. And she was such a kind girl. We loved exploring, but it’s no walk in the park. But Verina never complained. She did all the hard work like mountain climbing and getting water by herself. She even went scavenging for food without being asked. She was such a big help to us, but we worried about her keeping everything bottled up inside for too long... what if something happened?” “Until one day, something actually happened. And it was funny, to say the least. One of the lads on the team really liked mushrooms and went out to pick a few for the soup he made. Verina held on to that pot and wouldn’t let it go as if her life depended on it. By the time we got over to them, they were already in a shouting match.” “The lad was bragging to Verina about his wildlife experiences. Hell, don’t know what’d gotten into his head, thinkin’ he could out-talk our little botanist! Verina had all the mushrooms spread out and started naming out all the rings, caps, and butts of each and every one of them. Being out exploring for so long, we all caught on that she was telling us the mushrooms were poisonous. She’s got more knowledge of them than any of us, even gave us a lecture on the spot, teaching us how to tell them apart one by one. Now that was a lesson.” “After she was done, she even tapped on a piece of wood she found somewhere like an instructor, and asked if we understood it all. We looked at each other and blinked dumbly, then burst into laughs, which drove her nuts.” “W-why are you all laughing... Did I get something wrong? Eugh... Sob...” She was so panicked that she started picking out the mushrooms still in the pot and went over them again one by one, but we were already all clapping for her. And then I yelled, “Bravo! That’s our little botanist, folks!” Ever since then, Verina would still think of that day and feel super embarrassed; she’d put her head inside a mushroom pot if she could. But she’d still give her opinions carefully and patiently whenever it came to anything plant-related.