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She locked her icy, angry eyes on him. She let her expression soften and she nodded |
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Gale gave her a cold look, it staying even as hers softened. He watched the group, seeing they had spared the two's tent-- for now. |
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Kayla watched him, memorizing his fatures for the hundreth time. She had a protective look about her, the way she looked like she was about to jump in front of a train for him |
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Gale grabbed his bow, silently notching an arrow before letting it sail. |
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Kayla continued to watch him |
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It knocked a guard down, a gutteral sound coming from the man before he went still. |
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Kayla watched the guards now, daggers still in her hands |
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"Let's move, follow me." He murmured, slyly walking out and staying close to the side of the tent. |
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She was silent, eyes darting and searching as she followed him |
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They eventually made it to a clearing, new scratches on his chest from the brush caught his skin. "We should lie low, keep out of their paths." |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
