Storm sighs, her eyes closing as she rubs her forehead. "Yeah. I still need to find her. Apologize. Assuming she isn't absolutely petrified of me now."

Stella looks from Storm to Vesta and leans her chin into her palm. "Brand new. Popped in through the guilds rez circle actually."

Zukar sits down beside Vesta and slips his hand onto her thigh. "Well, I'm sorry to hear about your introduction to the city."

The elf shrugs one shoulder. "The goal was Volaire. I made it, didn't I?"

Zukar nods with a soft chuckle. "I suppose that is true."

Stella looks to Vesta. "So, are you friends with Storm?" She shakes her head. "Silly question. Obviously you are. She's not growling in your direction."

"Hey. I'm not that mean." Storm says defensively.

"Sweetheart, you're a-"

Storm growls. "I'm not your sweetheart."

"Okay. Sorry." Stella turns back to Vesta. "So, anyways, what dirty little secrets can you tell me about Storm?"

Storm rolls her eyes.

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