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Once she had her promise, Saga's smile grew and she felt a distinct pull to go back, to linger for much longer and hear these stories instead of prusuing the fanciful notions of these dreams. She had always loved stories. Each tale held a piece of truth to it, and a piece of the teller too, and as a child Saga had collected as many tales as she could from the elders. Her own mother had many, and Saga had always been gullible enough to treat those stories as if they were real, not just imaginings. Perhaps this was why she was on this quest to begin with? A gullible little girl wandering the world.

But she could not stay. Their time together was at an end for now. She would return for Ragna one day, and those stories. 

Thank you again, she cooed, and then with one glance back to etch Ragna's features in to her memory (and the beautiful forest, for when she made her return trip), the girl slipped through the gaps in the trees and was on her way.