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Kayla nodded, not convinced |
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"Anyway-only success i'm having in imagining that scene is the house getting lit by the guards, kids getting dragged away along with you, then getting tossed back in prison at Iekburgg....again." |
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"That escalated quickly" She muttered |
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"That's my mind for you, one second it's perfectly fine the next....and then after it's back to normal again." He mumbled |
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He let out a shaky breath, coming to rest. |
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"I should hunt" She said abruptly, stumbling but standing up |
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"No no," He says, standing and putting a hand out on her shoulder. "You're hurt, i'm not. I'll hunt." |
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"You need to rest" She said, trying to steady her mind as she grabbed the bow and arrows sitting nearby. "I'll be back soon." SHe promised, kissing him quickly and half limping into the forest |
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He let her go, drifting off quickly. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
