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While she was curious, a part of her did not want to know of all the different abilities a witch could hold, as it would place her closer to being one herself; if it was all dream-oriented, she was already on the cusp. Yet as Starbuck explained it, the concept of magic and witches seemed more in-depth than anything Saga could fathom. When questioned about her own skills, she tried to remain calm and collected, and to shrug it all off so as not to draw too much attention to herself, because she did not really want to be a witch. Besides, all she had to show as an ability — which Saga was now hesitant to consider as a real ability at all — were her dreams of the Yellow-Eyed Man.

Well, I... no, her tongue flicked out over her lips with that nervous tic again, and Saga shook her little head, denying anything was amiss with her. She did want to tell the woman of her dreams, but at the same time, they were the last vestiges of home she possessed, not to mention they were what set her apart from the others of her pack — distant though she was from them — and to be told they were not rare abilties at all, well... It all put a damper on her self-worth. Saga swallowed a small lump in her throat, and then tried to appear up-beat: I like the sound of your voice, she fibbed hastily, although it wasn't entirely a lie, and, as I said before, I enjoy learning.