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The Two Sides

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Elauna walks out of her tent, carrying an armful of stuff. She had decided to move into the healers' tent immediately. She notices Misha enter and raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be kidnapped by the Rabins?" She asks, almost having a nonchalant tone. she sighs and sets her stuff on the ground before going over to Misha. "Get up, come with me"

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Misha raised her hand to stop Elauna. She kept her face towards the ground, panting, and raised her point finger in a gesture of waiting. After a moment, she took in a deep breath and looked up. "It's been a hell of a weird week." She sighed shakily. "Where's Fabine?" She glanced around frantically. "I really gotta find him."

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Misha's legs felt like jello as she sprinted the last distance through the familiar towering trees and cutting underbrush that surrounded the Brom camp. She could see tendrils of smoke rising into the sky - Somebody must have finally went diggin' for firewood. - as she approached, but the air was quiet and cold. She entered the camp with a deep and ragged breath and fell to her knees, moaning dramatically.

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Dione made a stifled gasp as Fabine cut Aya. She glanced tensely over at Kianna from the corner of her eye, then glared back at Fabine. With a quick movement of her arm, she lunged at the Brom leader with all the force she could muster.

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Dione stares at the Brom's face with calm distrust. She waves her unarmed hand in dismissive circles. "Pretty words from a despot, sir." Her knuckles whitened around the hilt of her dagger as she made direct eye contact. Her shoulders were tensed to spring if the Broms touched either of the younger Rabins.

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Dione pulled her dagger out of its sheath. She narrowed her eyes at Fabine. "What a noble leader, sir!" She prepared to lunge in front of Destin if needed. "I don't need you to like me, but you aren't hurting my group mates."

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Dione takes a brisk step forward, hand snapping to the dagger at her waist. "You won't touch her," she snapped, looking straight at Vera. Her eyes drew an anxious trail over to Fabine's cocky bravado. "Talk about manipulation, you sick little..." She shook her head.

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Dione let out an indignant laugh. "Excuse me? He fell in the river, sir." She gave him a confused look and then shook her head quickly. "He decided to stay. Ask him!" She stared at him critically for a moment, then narrowed her eyes. He's probably afraid to tell you, anyway.

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Dione raises her arm slightly but doesn't back away. She pauses for a second to take stock of the situation before she lets herself sweet. "Fabine," she says slowly, trying to be diplomatic without prompting anyone into violence. "He's here of his own free will. Don't you trust him? Listen!" She gestured to Destin. "Do you want to be here?"

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Dione takes a tense step towards Vera, her hands tightening into fists. "Let her go," she said firmly. "You're hurting her! She's just a kid." Her voice was laced with concern as she looked from the Brom to Aya and then to Destin. Her brows furrowed. They're both just kids.

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Dione was in her tent, still minding the ache in her side where she had been hit by an arrow, when she heard the low rumblings and loud proclamations of conflict outside the tent. With a sharp groan, she leaned out of her cot to pull on her shoes. She saw the shapes of strangers through the door. As she limped out into the camp, her eyes narrowed. She took in the faces of the Broms, now in the heart of their territory.