Storm leans away when Thrixel leans over her mug, her wings flutter to keep her balanced on the stool. "Woah, hey-"

She leans forward again, swirling the mug lightly. "It's just ale. Might as well be water though for all the good it's doing me."

The draconian tilts her head at Thrixel. "So, if you don't know where you're from... And don't know where you're going... What are you... Doing?"
 

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