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(u ask it) Gale leaned his head slightly on her hand, looking off as a dove cooed. |
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no you) "I'm sorry, my love." She said, kissing his head |
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(nah) "It's fine, just....kinda sad." He admits, looking over at her. |
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then, nah) "What do you want to do?" |
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(one should fall off a cliff or smth) "Set up camp, rest for a day or two. Starting to wear me down," He said quietly, pulling away to arrange a firepit. |
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how about Kayla? She's hunting and slips, her scream alerting Gale or smth? Or he finds her unconcious? don't mind my spelling...) Kayla nodded and sat down |
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( ye) Gale lit the fire, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. |
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okie) "I'm gonna hunt tomorrow, get some food" She said softly, snuggling in |
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"Sounds good, I wasn't feeling like hunting anyway." He chirped dully, agreeing. |
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Kayla nodded, drifting off |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
