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. "Slow down, irlandese. What is this?"
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Reagan is not pleased. They were having a great time, just singing and hanging out, and chaos broke out. Again. As attention shifts towards the Irish kid, Reagan scans the crowd. They notice Devon's mounting panic and slowly make their way towards him. "Hey, Schatten, you okay?" they ask quietly. "You're making a couple people nervous with the fire and whatnot, but if you feel safer with it going, keep it up."
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Reagan is not pleased. They were having a great time, just singing and hanging out, and chaos broke out. Again. As attention shifts towards the Irish kid, Reagan scans the crowd. They notice Devon's mounting panic and slowly make their way towards him. "Hey, Schatten, you okay?" they ask quietly. "You're making a couple people nervous with the fire and whatnot, but if you feel safer with it going, keep it up."