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"Nah, it's fine," she said with a classical teenage shrug. There was no sense splitting hairs over losing track of things, and Saena didn't mind hearing about it again. It aligned things in her head in a more chronological sense, and certainly was helpful if ever she thought to pursue the Chronicler trade... which admittedly crossed her mind every now and again.

As if Blue Willow could read minds, the Beta brought up trades. Saena blinked at her, poised to ask whether she was capable of seeing what others thought, but she thought better of that. "I'm an Outrider," she said with a small note of pride, "but it's sorta like... a hobby. I dunno what I wanna do." Licking her lips, the girl leaned a little closer and said, "but, I have these weird dreams sometimes and in them, I'm a great Naturalist. I've been practicing a little, but it's pretty hard." Pushing herself back to her previous, non-invasive stance, she concluded with, "I think Chronicling might be cool too. The history stuff, y'know?"