The Fairest had seen a lot in her days in Vegas. The city of anything goes generally was true to its word. The giggling was unnerving to her. Like some tiny evil whispering that it was toying with you. "Yup, I think that's a rap." The Winter Dancer said softly to Dominyk and Degnar's reasoning. Hell it wasn't just reasonable, it was fucking logical in her court.
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As the Lost start to go their separate ways, the odd little faerie creature begins to flit back and forth around Jessica, asking if the changelings saw what she did, and didn't she do a good job... as if it is seeking praise. After a while of listening to its roundabout questions, it become apparent that the little thing wants to help ward off unwanted visitors from the timid girl's Hollow in exchange for room and board. Figures... it was just a job interview.
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