A boisterous laugh came from Falair. One in which she placed her hands on her sunken stomach. "Too many clothes, yes. That is a pretty good description of Salbei. He does enjoy his clothes."
It took a few minutes for her to quell her laughter, wiping at her brown eyes with thin fingers before tilting her head in such a way that the beads in her hair clicked and clacked against the large, fire colored stones in her necklace. "It would depend on the situation. Each has a notation of good and a hint of bad. I could not say it worse than before...." Falair placed a finger to her lips over her mask. "But I could not say it were better either. Such as it is. It is different and will take some time to adjust."
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