Vesta watches the exchange between them, surprise flashing plainly across her face, but just for a moment. Then she smooths it into an easy, practiced smile as she clears her throat softly.

“Secrets about Storm?” She echoes, giving a light, dismissive wave of her hand. “I think the far more interesting topic of conversation is you.”

She leans forward, one hand reaching for Zukar’s to give it a light squeeze before resting her chin in the palm of the other. Her attention settles fully on Stella now, bright and deliberate.

“Are you from the Elven Kingdom? What brought you all the way out here? Is Volaire what you expected, or is it disappointing so far?” She asks, the questions quick, not quite leaving space for the conversation to drift back.

“Oh-”

Without breaking eye contact for long, she reaches into the bag at her hip and draws out her rune pouch, setting it neatly on the table between them.

“Have you ever had your fortune read?” Vesta’s smile widens. “If you’d like to try, I’m quite skilled.”

Her fingers tap lightly against the pouch.

“The people here have become far too predictable to read. It would be nice to have something… new.”

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