After finishing up a light training regiment, Darya had been sitting towards the edge of the group, politely clapping along with the songs. When the griffin deposited a stuttering Irish boy, she was torn between confronting the possible threat and maintaining the piece. With a glance towards the burning scythe on Devon's part, she steps towards him, blocking him from Artemis's wrath and a large portion of the campers. Pointedly keeping her hand away from the pommel of her sword, which now sits comfortably at her hip, she addresses the almost-incoherent boy. "[color=adf2fa]Slow down, irlandese. What is this?[/color]"
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Reagan is not pleased. They were having a great time, just [i]singing[/i] and [i]hanging out[/i], and chaos broke out. [i]Again[/i]. As attention shifts towards the Irish kid, Reagan scans the crowd. They notice Devon's mounting panic and slowly make their way towards him. "[color=fcf4a3]Hey, Schatten, you okay?[/color]" they ask quietly. "[color=fcf4a3]You're making a couple people nervous with the fire and whatnot, but if you feel safer with it going, keep it up.[/color]"