Ammond looks from her double to the human and back again. "Soooo, you and the Psymagus...?" she begins, with a kind of uncertain gesture, pointing one from one to the other.

Waspfire sighs, and psionically swats the younger troll's hand. "Ienzo's my moirail," she says, throwing an apologetic look at the mage in question. She'd forgotten how little brain-to-mouth filter she'd had as an adolescent. Of course, now that she's thinking about what she was like as a subadult... she addresses Ienzo himself now. "I'll keep a feel out for him, dude, I promise. How young is he?"