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Fainne rounded the corner and gasped in surprise as she was greeted by a sudden fluttering of doves where roses had once been. The clown was just one of the many things setting Demios' streets apart from Portshire's. In Portshire she would have had one hand on one of her cooking knives and the other on her coin purse as she made her way across town. Demios was certainly a friendlier place, or at least it seemed to be.
"Thank you!" she laughed. Though 20 Ordinations old, Fainne was still a child at heart, so she took genuine pleasure in the magic trick. "How did you do that?"
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