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Angel recognized her from the hunt, of course, but that had been long ago, and she had been so very young. Still, her time on the road had not taught her to be shy.

"Hello," she returned, her voice warm. Her smile was warm, too, as if to make up for any discomfort she perceived in the other woman. "My name is Angel Oak Morningbreeze," she said, making a polite little bow. "My mommy and my sisters live here. I'm hoping to rejoin them."

She did not smell all of her sisters on the borders, but she could smell her mother and Rodyn and Valiant. That was family enough to be getting on with. She hoped she could become friends with this woman, too.

"What's your name?" she asked. There was no time like the present, after all! And, speaking of presents — "Your eyes are so pretty — they look just like this stone," she said, apropos of nothing, immediately diving into her pack to dig out a beautiful tourmaline pebble. She nosed it toward the woman. "You should have it. Everyone else gets to look at that color every time they see you. You should get to look at it, too!"