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Eros’s frail-looking hands caused the girl to flinch slightly when he clapped, as though he needed to draw more attention to his overly inflated ego, and Czi could merely shake her head as his apparent servants - no, [i]slaves[/i] - heeded the tall Royal’s command. Why do they fuss over the most trivial of things? The girl mused, eying as much of Eros as she could just below the hem of the thick hood. He certainly wasn’t bad on the eyes, as far as his race was concerned, or perhaps many of the races within the world, but she had a tough time reconciling the fact that even she looked more masculine than he did. His lithe physique, smooth skin, and virtually flawless everything else made the Fotian huntress simply want to gag on vomit that was still waiting to come up from the stench of the scented oils moments. But she held her tough, as well as her breath, for as long as she could until he barked a few other command to his minions and then flitted off down the hall to do...whatever it is he does. 

[i]“Finally.”[/i] She mumbled, taking in a much needed breath of semi-fresh air, and then exhaling to release the stress that had been building up throughout her entire body since she arrived. Perhaps things weren’t going to fall to pieces just yet? She knew her mother would watch over her as best she could, but the reality of it all was that Czigani was on her own no matter what happens. Even if her Uncle still cared enough for her to go so far to extend a hand of sanctuary and allow her back home, she'd already disgraced her lineage, which was far worse than being a stranger in a strange land.

The pink feather caught her attention as it gracefully descended until it could go no further. The servant eying her with what could only be suspicion seemed a bit impatient but even he had to keep up appearances for his master. 

“Sure.” She nodded in acknowledgment to his question. “I'd also need my present wardrobe cleaned, if it's not too much trouble.” Czigani half smiled. “And, eh...we can do without the dress…”