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Degas, my musician lad (have I mentioned that anywhere new writers would notice?), is in a mood to play. Lin will note that he's more mellow now, caught in desire for song. Perhaps she'll find that his mind is less on her than it was just a few moments before.
Saeryn wants to hear that dream. Eodwine did well when he tantalized her with it. She'd not have ventured out to the fair if she wasn't dead curious... no other bribe would have worked.
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