Mischief maker

From back in the storeroom a shuffling sound came forth and a muffled question emanated behind a stack of furs. After another moment of quick shuffling a small bright woman climbed the mountain of furs that had fallen off the shelf and into a pile.

She shook her fur free of the dust and grime before laying her golden eyes on the two and shoving her goggles up over her brow.
"Ollie! Hello! Oh! Good! I finally get to meet you properly! I've seen you in a class of mine! I'm Ignita! What's your name?" She asked cheerfully, quickly coming to sit with them in a comfortable circle. A little golden possum scrambled out from a corner of the storeroom and quickly clambered up the golden girl's shoulders. Ignita touched noses with the possum, an old scar across her nose briefly shone in the torchlight before she turned back and to the conversation expectantly.

-Ollie would let Vesper speak for herself.-
"Speech"