L’aire shrugged her slender shoulders. “I… really don’t know.” Other than it was a piece of Onyx, she presumed it held meaning to their court. The Fairest looked at him puzzled at his smile.
“Oh, hey Harvey?" Realizing she should have waited until he walked back over. “Uh, do you charge for that… um… thing you do. That special thing… um…” The Dancer started rubbing her temple, the veiled words weren’t coming to her and she was feeling a bit awkward. The Fairest was certain she was blushing.
Really, L’aire, could you be less eloquent…
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