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Darya watches the various exchanges with differing levels of interest. The open hostility with which the silver-haired boy glowers at one of the other boys is entertaining, but her eye is drawn to her half-sister and the redhead she'd approached. Although her facial expression doesn't shift, Darya internally stifles a laugh at the awkwardness of the exchange.
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Reagan stuffs the excess money in one of his many pockets and follows Tony. He pulls out an ancient casette player and pops in half of a pair of brightly colored wired earbuds. When Tony chuckles, Reagan looks up and around, gives Tony a confused look, shrugs, and returns to his music.
Then, there's a kid falling out of the air.
What the fuck.
He darts forward, but the blonde has already righted himself and seems unharmed. Reagan offers a friendly smile. "Hey! Uh, stuff about fire and brimstone and death and whatnot. You know, the ushe. I'm Reagan, and you are?"
@Jasper19 You already know I'm interested 😁 Can I be the gunslinger?
Diommia watches her fellow Riders-to-be settle in for sleep. Judani nips her hand gently and grumbles. Left wing. Diommia chuckles softly and runs careful fingers under the left wing, removing a bit of crusted dirt. Continuing to preen Judani, Dio's gaze falls on the other elf as her white dragon leads the way to a bunk. Dio bunches her pillows between her back and the wall and leans back on them, letting Judani settle comfortably on her chest.
And that's on maturity, straight from our GM
Apologies don't have to be accepted, especially if they were never properly enunciated in the first place. Personal growth should be proven, not just stated, and forgiveness for repeated mistakes should be earned. If he doesn't show change, how can he expect people to trust him? He doesn't compromise well, and frankly? I don't want to work with someone like that.

Thank you, @Jasper19. You just made a great decision that saved the lot of us unnecessary annoyance.
The werecats' inclusion into the pact with the dragons was common knowledge, but Diommia was still pleasantly surprised to see a purple dragon curled on top of a large, shaggy bobcat as the odd pair headed to the Riders' dorms. She passed them, making a beeline to her bed. She'd let Judani choose, so they were at the closest bunk to the door. Easier escape route, she'd conveyed.
Darya huffs quietly and slows her pace, falling to the back of the group. Silently observing each of the quest members, she watches as an unfamiliar girl came jogging up. Although her stuffed pack and sudden appearance indicated that she'd been travelling, the blonde seemed to not have a hair out of place. Maybe a daughter of Aphrodite? Interesting.
She pulls out a tiny notepad and thumbs through it, settling on a page and jotting down a brief note on each of the new individuals.
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Reagan rifles through his pockets. "Yeah! How much do we need?" he calls to Tony, pulling out a handful of crumpled tens and a few coins of various origins. He nimbly catches a euro coin just before it hits the ground. "Wait, American or other?"
Diommia absentmindedly runs her thumb over her gedwëy ignasia while threading careful fingers through Judani's horns.

When she'd offered the dragon her scent, she hadn't expected the tiny thing to rub her head against the skin between her first and second knuckle. She doesn't regret it, though. Although Judani's moody and not-just-a-little vain, she is fiercely loyal and surprisingly gentle. When Diommia had offered her a still-alive mouse, Judani had seemed strangely reluctant to kill it.
When the Kingslayer and Saphira arrived to bring them to the island, her thoughts had been buzzing. However, once they took off, all nervous thought flew out the window. The sky was somehow calming, and Dio was calm when they landed.

That calm, which she had held onto in the absence of Eragon and Saphira, is promptly broken by shrill screaming. Eyes snapping open, she scoops Judani up and crouches defensively behind the tree that had been providing shade, only to watch Saphira land with a handful of riders. Of course, it's a dwarf. she thinks irritably. Judani's amusement at her annoyance ripples through their bond.
that's it
that's the tweet
what the fuuuuuuuuuck
As Tony leads the way to the camp's exit, Darya falls in step next to him. "Where to? I assume you have transportation, but if necessary, the camp would probably provide a boat." She seems confident, as if this isn't her first voyage.
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Reagan is so fucking confused. There's so many people and they all seem scared or pissed off or indifferent and he's just-
Oh, that one's leaving? Alrighty. Great. What the fuck didn't he just get here?!
Whatever. It's fine.
Maybe he should just go with them. None of them seem like they can be trusted to stay together long enough, but he's shit at that too, so whatever. Whatever. He bolts to the Hermes cabin and fills a bag with whatever he thinks necessary, and then a little.
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