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(you'll love this one <3) Gale stood, looking at Kayla with somewhat of disgust. She'd taken his child, the one he'd never even seen open its eyes---gone. All because of her. Now he knew why she said it was all her fault, why had he protested? She was completely right. The man grabbed her weapons, storing them on himself before setting out into the woods--- Looking for a buyer. |
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...NOOOOOOOOOOO. GALE COME BACKKKKK. Anyways.) Kayla slept, moving slightly as he did |
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Gale had no luck, returning and deciding to stoke the fire before sharpning a stick into a spear. |
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Kayla woke a bit later. "Hey" She muttered, walking to him and wrapping her arms around him. She kissed his cheek with a tired smile |
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"Hey," He murmured, wrapping his arms around her as though he wasn't thinking about selling her earlier. |
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"What'ya wanna do today?" She asked, smiling softly up at him |
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"Whatever you want to," He murmured, pecking her lips. |
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"Well then we'll find a clue," Gale joked, grinning. |
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"Wow. Helpful" She teased, smiling brightly |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
