Who: Rae and Ezra
Where: Meal tent
When: Around 2pm
It was a rare thing for Rae to be like this, even more so when everyone was unpacking and setting up their new camp, and people needed help. She had done a lot of heavy lifting already, setting up her trailer as well as her grandfather's, the chairs outside, then helped a few other people with their set-ups before moving onto the supply storage. All that in one morning, and now Rae found herself not just exhausted but quiet and withdrawn despite her seat outside her trailer. She had become deeply suspicious of the recent turn of events. The only people Rae trusted even less than Diaspora, the only people she probably hated more - which was debatable, of course, but still - were here. Haven soldiers. The council wasn't saying much, no one had any information when she had asked about it in hushed whispers, and now Rae found herself seething at the very idea.
Actually seething.
( a world of nope )
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