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Recent evens had left the young mare troubled. But she kept most of it on the inside. Na would poke at her if she caught even the slightest change in routine, and Falair was good at hiding behind masks. She wore one constantly though more in the physical sense.

She had taken to strolling around the camp every once in a while. A walk to clear her head, get some fresh air. If you could call this fresh air. The Alchemist would've much preferred wiggling her toes in some warm sand and breathing in the hot air of the desert.

Oh well.

Her attention today was drawn to a large, brightly colored and wildly patterned tent where another Horseman was selling his wears. Jewelry, cloth, weapons. A wide assortment of wares. She moved along the short rows of make shift tables.

Then she suddenly stopped. Brown eyes locking on a set of gold bells that sat neatly upon a clothed table. Thin fingers reached out as she lifted one and gave it a hearty ring. Its chime was music to her ears, how she missed the sound. Falair had yet to replace her old set of bells that she had lost.

Closing her eyes, she lifted the other bells and rang them in a random pattern until something over took her and she rang out a slow, melodic tune. Her own body movements flowed in time as she lost herself in the sound for a moment.