[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location: Building 1: Infirmary --> Building A: Ash’s Home[/centre]

[color=yellow]”its better for me to be doing something, then just wandering around”[/color] Niesha said, although she knew that she could go check on Ceil as well, make sure the young boy was alright in this cool weather. There was always something to do, and yet Niesha knew that Victor spent a lot of his time in the infirmary. She wanted to let him have some time out of it, especially today. [color=yellow[“Really, I can make a note of things that I can make and such”[/color] Yet it seemed a moot point as Ash sought their presence, wondering what it could possible be able, Niesha waited for Medic, and then for Victor to inform him of what was going on, before taking his offered arm, she looked back to Medic. 

[color=yellow]”When she wakes, if her throat is still troubling her, send for me. Miss Sally would kill me if I let the honey out of my sight asides from when its locked up. Its too valuable”[/color] She said, not distrusting Medic. It was merely that...Niesha didn’t want to disappoint Miss Sally, yet more to the point, she’d promised to keep the valuable asset safe. She matched her pace to Victors, following him out, a little troubled. Without meaning to, Niesha shifted closer to Victor’s warmth, her mind had, as always, been otherwise occupied this morning, and she had went out in cooler clothing, although she did have the presence of mind to wear her jacket. She was a little worried about time now, having planned to finish getting herself ready in between watching Anna, and she just had to hope that things would work out. 

Watching everyone, well, a majority of people making their way to the meeting point, Niesha reflected on the last several months.So much had changed...that she no longer thought of the community as two separate compounds, Newman and Franklin, that it was odd to be separated like this. She had to wondered what they were going to be told and why those from Franklin had to be excluded for the time being. If it was about the day's festivities, she didn’t see why the groups had to be separated for that. Although the alternative wasn’t pleasant. Was there something about Franklin they hadn’t known? [color=yellow]”I wonder why we are being called together like this…”[/color] She said, as Kristina approached, asking virtually the same question. She gave her friend a smile, yet she was still worried about why they were being called like this.