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A jet of steam escaped from one of the nearby springs, drawing Saena's attention and masking Falwasi's cough. Even though she had no audible cue that another was near, Saena could feel the prickling of her neck fur, signifying someone was behind her. She wasn't terrible worried about it, and only turned her head when that someone answered her question.

Falwasi was like a toasted marshmallow: deep golden brown on the surface and pale underneath. Saena couldn't make out many details aside from that, but she didn't want to; she was much too intrigued to care what the other looked like. "How do you know that?" she asked, choosing to go a simpler question than, "what's volcanic activity?" Maybe if she didn't ask, Falwasi would think she already knew... and Saena loved opportunities to seem smarter than she was.