Oh, she is so small! Their first thought is that this is one of the Ventkids, but even Fortuna's citizens don't have mods this extreme. They hunker even lower, resting their elbows against the top of the wall like a lounging cat, or an adventurous child who's come to rest in a tall tree.

There's a fascination in their body language as they listen, a quiet stillness that speaks of a great patience. They turn over a hand to reply, words inscribing themselves in the air above their palm. Are all your dreams like that?