Saige, her hood pulled tightly over her head, waves her hands animatedly at the poor townsperson as she rambles on through some increasingly elaborate story. When the unfortunate soul attempts to escape, she simply follows a few steps behind, continuing without missing a beat.

The moment Storm speaks, however, Saige's attention snaps towards the draconian.

“Another friend?!”

The townsperson is immediately forgotten.

Saige practically crashes into Storm, throwing her arms around the draconian's shoulders with absolutely no regard for personal space. She peers out over Storm's shoulder into the crowd, then reaches up and tugs a few strands of Storm's hair forward, letting them fall over her own hood to shield her face from the sunlight.

She scans the crowd eagerly for this mysterious new target of her attention, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, though with considerably less energy than usual thanks to the harsh sunlight.

Her arms tighten around Storm.

“Which one?!” She demands, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Who is it?!”

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