[As he explains she nods, getting the concept. Alright, multicolored clothing. That made sense, and seemed appropriate for a fool (she does, at least, know what those are). And it's sort of comforting to know that maybe Florian hadn't actually been a fool, only dressed like one.
She's caught up in the mention of singing--that is, until he mentions the spying. Her cheeks flush slightly as she sits up, wings rustling behind her. How could he! Florian was supposed to be a knight!]
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She's caught up in the mention of singing--that is, until he mentions the spying. Her cheeks flush slightly as she sits up, wings rustling behind her. How could he! Florian was supposed to be a knight!]