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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Somewhere in the Forest -> Hunters' Camp
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	[color=A020F0]"Oh, uh, wow, I don't know what to say...Thanks...but I think I'm okay. Go ahead and hold onto it, since you're better with stabbing and shit,"[/color] Waverley insisted, holding a hand up to politely decline Emily's offer. [color=A020F0]"Besides, giving me a stinger that could kill with the smallest graze? I'd probably get myself killed in days."[/color] She quickly sauntered over to the giant boot's giant aglet. She began to fiddle with it, before it, and the rest of the boot, began fading away, leaving her lips jut out in a second-long pout before she began walking alongside Em back towards the Hunters' camp. She listened Em, letting the silence fill the space between the girl's words and her own response. When she finally spoke with a small, seemingly grateful smile.

	[color=A020F0]"On the road, making family is a fast process. Takes maybe a fortnight or so, sometimes less. So yes, I think of you all as my kin...but that doesn't necessarily mean I fit in. I'm glad you do, and I'm glad you've found a home, but for me, I don't think that's New Rome. I can't fight, as anyone can see, and I'm not really good with authority. I'm not a soldier if we're to be completely honest...all I do is sing, wish, and let the universe do the rest."[/color] She said, before letting out a soft laugh, her shoulders relaxed, something not common for the anxious girl. [color=A020F0]"Longest I've ever lived in one place since joining the vagabond business, but even after all this time, I'm still homeless."[/color] She paused for a few more seconds, before furrowing her eyebrows together and looking back at Em. [color=A020F0]"Wait, hold on, say that again...there's such a thing as a dragon?"[/color]

	After short while the Hunters' camp began to come into view between the array of trees that made up the forest. Waverley, who'd seemed calmed all the way back, suddenly tensed back up, her breath hitching in her throat. She'd never try to claim that the post-panic attack confrontation of those who'd witnessed it was as anywhere near as bad as the panic attack itself, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. Her pace slowed a bit, allowing Emily to take point as they arrived back at the camp.