As Vesta travels through the village, she sees orcs of various heights, sizes, and ages all working or playing.

There are orc children playing some sort of game with pinecones, chasing one another around the village which has them cross Vesta's path by nearly colliding with the Ramtovi. They snicker, wave, and then rush off to continue their game. A young female orc is flailing an arm and chasing after them, screaming something in orcish at the children. She appears frustrated, not aggressive, as she chases them.

The adults of the village watch Vesta as she enters and as she passes but they offer only curious glances, nothing more. Some of them give her distracted smiles while others just glimpse her and return to their work. 

Vesta hears Storm before she sees the Draconian.

"Not right there! Not right there! Oh shit." Then there is the sound of something large collapsing. 

As Vesta turns the corner, she sees Storm and a couple of other orcs. They are waving hands in front of their faces to clear away the dust kicked into the air by the debris piled in front of them. The debris appears to be a small hut, partially built. The walls stand anyways. The roof has capsized into the walls surrounding it. 

Storm sighs and plants her hands on her hips, shaking her head while her lion tail swishes behind her in quick strokes and her wings flutter restlessly. "It's okay. We'll just try again. Maybe with something a little lighter this time."

The two orcs with her nod and walk through the gaping archway in the wall. They get to work gathering the pieces that fell inside.

Storm sniffs and sneezes, quite a dainty sneeze for someone like Storm. Then she turns her head as Vesta turns the corner. 

"I'd know you anywhere smelling like that. Always like... Incense and tea." Storm chuckles and waves the last of the dust from her face. "What are you doing here? This place doesn't exactly scream.... Vesta." Then Storm takes in her appearance. "What's wrong?"

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