Fionraella

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"Aya, what a nice name!" Destin then grins, looking quite relieved. "Oh good! Another healer. Phew, here I was half expecting you to be some sort of archer or something wanting to kill me!" He laughs quietly, before putting his dagger into his pouch. "Trust me, I'm probably the least scary Brom. You're super lucky you ran into me instead of someone else. Seriously if Fabine had seen you..." He shivers.

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Destin blinks at her comment before lifting his head to look at her. He slowly gets to his feet before taking the blade from her gingerly. "No, Fabine would probably...Well he'd just yell at me a bunch." He manages a small smile at her. He wipes his palm on his right hand across his pant leg before holding his hand out to her, half expecting her to try to cut it off. "I'm Destin, Brom healer Extraordinaire. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

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Destin flinches at the noise and scoots away from her a bit, before raising his eyes from the ground to look at the hawk in front of him. He sighs, defeatedly and plops back, sitting in the grass. "Alright, kill me now, just get it over with.." He says quietly, hanging his head sadly. He exhales softly, before closing his eyes and waiting for the killing blow to strike.

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Destin frowns. "Hurt you?" He then manages a small laugh. "I'm a healer. I don't hurt people!" He then pales, realizing that he just admitted that he wouldn't hurt her if she came after him. He takes another small step back, preparing to run back to camp. He trips over a tree branch and falls on his back. His pouch flies open, sending the leaves everywhere. He gasps and scrambles to gather them before the wind can blow them away. He momentarily forgets about Aya, his dagger falling away a few feet as he tries to gather the leaves.

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Destin watches her a few more moments before stepping towards her, trying to look bigger. "M-my groupmates are r-right behind me!" He calls out to her, his voice trembling. He clears his throat and clenches his fists, trying again, "They're going to come get you Rabin! You better leave!" He warns. He still had his dagger in his hand, which was starting to tremble again. He takes a step back quickly, trying to hide the trembling.

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Destin doesn't notice Aya, completely absorbed in his task. He grins to himself as the stripes become clear without the water on the leaves. "Yes!" He says a bit loudly. He then giggles and begins to gently pluck the leaves, folding them in half and putting them in his pouch. He smiles to himself as he counts out twenty leaves before standing. He brushes himself off, before pausing, feeling something amidst. He looks around warily, before his eyes rest on Aya. They widen and he steps back from the river, ready to bolt if she meant him any harm.

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Destin spots the river up ahead. He nods and slows down, before shifting. He adjusts his pouch, before looking around for the herbs. Everything was glistening from water, which didn't help when the herb he was searching for had distinct lines on the leaves, which would be obscured by the water. He crouches down by a patch of leaves, trying to brush some of the water off the leaves to see what herb it was.

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Destin huffs as he pushes past the bramble bushes outside his tent. "How could Fabine let the camp get so bad?" He asks quietly, shaking his head as he brushes a few branches away from his legs. He puts his hands on his hips and frowns, surveying the camp. "Okay. Herbs first, then take care of these bushes!" He smiles faintly and grabs his pouch and dagger before shifting and lightly trotting out of camp. He weaves through the trees, heading towards the river.

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Sacha jumps slightly. She scowls and picks up the knife, turning it in her hand. "Are you trying to make a point Brom? Or do you just have bad aim?" She asks, holding up the knife before tucking it into her bag. "Either way, it makes a nice gift, so thank you for that." She raises her hand in a wave before continuing to stroll along the border, deciding to play games with the Brom.

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Sacha reaches the river and steps onto a semi-flat rock. She slowly scans the Brom side of the river, searching for any movement. Not seeing any, she hops down and puts her bow on a notch on her quiver. She walks along the Rabin side of the river, an ear and eye open for any sign of Broms, or any prey that might be scurrying about.