Storm watches as the faerie steps across the stools and plops down beside her. She listens and then watches the exchange between the fae. When the stranger addresses her again as Penelope, her expression turns bland.

"Call me Storm. I'm not Penelope." Storm sighs, takes a sip from her mug, and then returns her attention to the stranger. "So... You don't know where you came from? Or where you're going? So... You..." Storm pinches the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger and sighs, whispering mostly to herself. "Zi znubzo kso?"

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