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[center][h1][color=86608E]D[/color]orothea [color=86608E]H[/color]ohnstein[/h1] [h3]von Albesatz-Danzau[/h3][/center]
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After a nice, relaxing day during the derby. Dorothea was left with a sense of guilt for not having done enough while her teammates were out and trying their hardest, she was doing nothing. It might have been some hubris due to her enhanced abilities at the time, however she could not chase away that feeling. 

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[center][h1]INVASIVE[/h1][/center]

The day of the Dragon was here and a new found determination was radiating from the Feskan’s face. Her hair was wilder than she would normally have it and those bags under her eyes, did she even sleep? 

As soon as she saw snow covered Ingrid arrive she darted off while laughing at the sight. She tried her hardest to reach the homes as quickly as possible. As she reached said homes, she could barely catch a breath… perhaps she has gotten a little bit out of shape… there are no fields to work in, perhaps she should go to the fields in the school some day. Dory knocked on every single door she could find until one lady opened up. The nerves hit her, did she study hard enough? She cleared her throat and proclaimed very choppily, [color=86608E]“Need. Pot. Pig. Hunt.”[/color] The lady looked rather hesitant, not up to giving up one of her pots. 

[color=86608E]No, no, no, my plan won’t fail on the first step![/color] The desperate Feskan held the lady’s hand in desperation, starting to invade her mind with chemicals. Perhaps the magic word [i]please[/i] could [i]alter[/i] her mindset a bit. [color=86608E]“Please, need, pot.”[/color] The Lady looked a lot more positively at the plea. She left and soon enough came back with a small pot, giving it to the Feskan. Step one is a go! Time to enter the forest! 

Perhaps she should’ve slept more as the exhaustion is starting to hit her… not a problem, all she needs to do is pump herself full to keep going. Finding a perfect spot, Dory set up the pot, put the carrots and the water in the pot, gathered some sticks to hold it in place and lit a fire. The smell was not enticing enough. Dorothea ran around and started looking for good smelling weeds, finding some and throwing them in the pot. She hastily tried to reproduce a weaker form of her knockout liquid from the days before from the pot, and as the trap was laid she snuck back with Ashon making sure they weren't spotted so easily.

[color=86608E]“Roight, be very very still… Them piggies are smarter than we might think…”[/color] She observed the pot, not leaving her sight for a moment until one pig approached it. [color=86608E]“There she is, what a beauty. So rotund!”[/color] The pig could hear her as clear as day and ran away. [color=86608E]“Clevah gal. . “[/color] The sleep deprivation might really start hitting the woman as the words she spoke were almost like she was someone else entirely. This was luckily halted as her teammate put her hand on her mouth to shut her up. 

And with this silence a group of micropigs approached the pot, close enough to have the liquid, now as a gas invaded their body, putting them to sleep. Moments later they got enough and the two made a run for it, Dory ran and ran as quickly as she could, giving herself one last boost of adrenaline to make it through the portal,seeing Zarra depart the moment he saw her. [color=86608E]“I did it!”[/color] And with that everything hit her at once, collapsing to the ground, passed out. Finally some rest.