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Help was a despicable word. The gathering of the people at the border had caused Asvini's nose to twitch, pausing in her deep thought. Three of them. The baring smell of sea-water bothered her enough to drag herself to her paws, slowly padding towards them. Maybe they were doing ocean fishing. Maybe it was just the time of day, a friendly chat at the pebbles of the colder water. But the closer she got, the thrashing in the water, the more alarm bells rung in her head.

Asvini picked up the pace until she, too, was free from the duckweed. She paused at the sight, an uncomfortable weight settling on her ribs- an aftertaste, of the pain she sustained in the accident in the tremors? Or perhaps a fear. Fear of losing someone else- not just Moth, or Atticus, but perhaps Aurum leaving her. Why didn't Ivan say anything? The cold bite of her normal perception settled, suddenly, like a blanket on her thoughts- she didn't need anything from Ivan, Ivan didn't expect anything from her, so why did it burn in her chest?

"Why? Why is in there?" She whispered, watching Bloodhound retrieve Ivan. Her eyes didn't move towards Delilah- the question hung in the empty salt-air. It wasn't a question, but a fear.

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[glow=black,2,300]BREAK THE [abbr=click for info]SILENCE[/abbr]; DAMN THE DARK[/glow]