[center][h1][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h1]

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With a little whimper, Cilia trudged on with the group. As they walked she approached Fergus. From her body language that she was unsure about herself and wanted to ask him something important. Each time she would chicken out and fall back a little. She was afraid of what he might say. The internal conversation in her head, was fierce. [i]Why did she care what a noble thought of her? When things calmed down, he would be in a fine house. She would be who knows where. Wasn’t survival more important then taking people’s stuff?[/i]

“I didn’t want to steal that stuff, but we needed it,” she said loudly.  It gushed out of her as her mind was trying to reconcile what it was thinking. The thought was like a stone in her shoe, poking at her. 

Butterflies danced in the air and landed on the wild flowers. She envied the simplicity of their dance. It lightened her heart to think that all life was not lost. Some even could dance on the breeze. So she followed on.