Lightning, in the shape of an orange tabby, approaches closer to the apparently Dragon-Blooded young lady, mewing softly. People tended to talk freely around cats, after all, and if anyone had news of the Daughter of Unending Tumult, it would likely find its way to a charismatic dynast...one was as good as another.

Follow the Dragon-Blooded, and the news will ride with you, Lightning thought to himself, smiling as best he could with a feline mouth, the Abyssal has to be around here somewhere, and if past discretion is any indicator, she'll be raising a fuss soon enough. If these civilized are good for anything, at least they gossip freely.