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"Well answered." Saeryn responded, not a hint of disappointment evident. "Of Degas..." she sighed and rolled her eyes. "He's just that way. He values his freedom, my brother, I'll give him that. I'm sure he had many good reasons for leaving before dawn without a word even to me, all of which he'll surely explain abashed when I tell him he ought to when he gets back... But he'll certainly return... he's left all of his things.
"Falco, now that you've finished your own meal, what say you to a tale? How did your day transpire?" She smiled inwardly to see his antics cut short as Eodwine's gaze turned to him. He glanced at his outstretched hand and pulled it back quickly as though it had not just been snaking silently through the air to about an inch from Eodwine's head. She laughed quietly, more of a smile, and looked at him expectantly.
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