<div class="floatright">(http://marco-torres.com/files/gimgs/64_img0933-copy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Storm Nightsong<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Gold Student<br/><strong>Identifies as:</strong>Non-Binary | They/Them<br/><strong>Preference:</strong>Demisexual<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Being more social than they've ever been.<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>12.21.20 | Dinner time!<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Anyone & everyone<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Quinn, Rachel, Leila, Arabella and | Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sitting at a round table, making new friends<br/><hr/><br/>A familiar face, with no name registered with Storm, as "Gray shirt/black leggings" (Arabella) walked in. Storm made it a point to acknowledge the person with a smile. It was a thing they learned from their grandmother, back in Alberta.<em>"Make sure you let people know that you <strong>see</strong> them, Stormie. It is more important than people realize. Don't forget."</em>She would say. And from a young age, Storm and their siblings began people watching, so that they could practice "seeing," properly. "Hey. Welcome." Storm said, as "gray shirt/black leggings" sat.<br/><br/>There was a lot going on at the moment. And Storm was living for it, because it felt like home. Not home, with Storm's mother's family here in Richmond. But there, back in Canada, with their father's family. They loved to talk during dinner. And even though one of their many family members were caught up in something wild, it was just nice to feel normal. To not be looked at like they were a freak. To actually speak, without someone raising their voice about something or other.<br/><br/>They ate their soup and sandwich, listening with perked ears, about vegan burgers. There were a lot of interesting facts, that Storm hadn't thought about. But their ancestors would roll around in their graves, if Storm ever turned vegan. Still, Storm's eyebrows lifted higher and higher, with each factoid.<br/><br/>Storm watched enough BBC cinema to be able to decipher which regions Brits were from. But they were not so good with Ireland. Leila made some good points about why people in her neck of the woods weren't able to choose veganism. At least not outright. As the two engaged in conversations about meat, and humanity, Storm remained quiet. Having no important things to add. And sometimes, people just needed to be heard.<br/><br/>So they listened. In that listening, the Song Bird's voice turned Storm's head. "Hey Birdie! Over here." They motioned with their head. Quinn's change in expressions were noticeable.<br/><br/>"'"you couldn’t have warned me?"'" She said. Oof. All Storm could do was make light of it, now. Especially with everyone else around. They donned a Jack Torrance voice, from The Shining, motioned like a game show person and said, "Heeeeere's Rachel!"<br/><br/>It looked like Quinn had a lot to catch up with, where Rachel was concerned. So Storm turned their attention to Leila, and agreed that exchanging number was a go. While Leila spoke to the shy girl, Storm attempted to get her to multitask, and plug her cell into Storm's phone.