[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]
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[centre][b]location:[/b] Smokey road 
[b]interacting with:[/b]Sophie, [@Nallore] Astrid, [@Lady Amalthea] [/centre]

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Niesha had thought many things might happen. The house would catch fire, the wallers attracted to it and Sophie and herselr would escape being primary among them. Yet she hadn't thought that one of the women would approch them and offer them what little safety there was to be had here. The mention of walls was a hard choice for her. Given what had happened the last time she had had walls, she wasn't too eager to get behind them again. This time, she supposed it would be different, yet how long would it be before it was realised she had real, valuable and useful skills? She could make medications, after all and knew about herbal and alternative medicines, something she had relied on heavily in her previous community. She didn't want to have influence again. It hurt too much when she lost people.

Only...what if some of her commmunity was behind those walls? Wouldn't it be pleasurable to know some of them were still alive? Niesha supposed she never really gave up hope, on anything. She looked to Sophie, and gave her a slight smile. [color=fff200]"I have yours, too."[/color] she looked to Astrid, hesitating slightly. Throwing her pack in the wagon, she kept a hold of her bow and a handful of arrows, before swinging up onto the horse, using the offered hand. 

[color=fff200]"So"[/color] Niesha said, as if they were merely taking a leisurely stroll on a nice day, as she settled herself easily behind Astrid, [color=fff200]"Where did you get a draft horse around these parts? Not exactly the type I'd expect to find here" [/color] she knocked an arrow, but didn't pull back, knowing she could easily do so in seconds as she looked about them. Reasured that Sophie was in the wagon, Niesha turned her attention back to making sure there were no walkers approaching. 

[color=fff200]"Thank you. The dead won't be distracted by the fire for long, especially if one sees us. I assume since you are alive, the horse is fast, and if he or she gets us out of here, I will be forever grateful."[/color] Niesha sometimes had a hard time conveying emotion, yet she wasn't truly trying to  e offensive, but rather trying to expressive the need to get moving and the gratitude at the womans help.