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

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Cilia moved away from the group and flopped down leaning against a large rock near the water. She closed her eyes for a few moments, mostly to hide the tears. She wasn’t sure what to do with Fergus’ and Axley’s comments. The humor had a bit sarcasm to it, so she flinched away. 

As she sat there, she rubbed her sore feet and watched the water spiders dancing across the surface of the river and the tadpoles darting away from the fish. She unbound her hair and let it fall loose around her shoulders and back. Then balled up while sitting, put her head down on her knees so no one else would see the tears. Her body and soul hurt. Even being use to spending her days moving, this had taxed her greatly. 

When the explosion came, she looked at the others expressions. There was horror there. Then she turned to see the purple-black dome spreading out.  They had all lost and left much behind. It was gone now. She hoped others had run and escaped the city as well. But the force and speed of the attack gave her the impression that luck, the dragons, or some divine force had helped them more than skill. In her heart, she did not want to know what happened to the city. Even worst she was not sure that she ever wanted to go back unless she had too. 

When the dust settled, she decided to take the hand axe and try to find wood to keep the fire going tonight. Keeping her thoughts closed inside herself. She thought that maybe making her arms as tired as her legs would help her sleep. 

The fire was important as she knew that there were going to be wild animals on the move too. That army with all the noise and the smell of death would displaced most animals. The fire was about the only thing that would keep them away. Raccoons, wolves, bears would not be scared by a small fire. Porcupines and skunks would not even give the fire a second thought and either of them would make for a very unpleasant few days. The smell of food, even the jerky would bring them in. Their eyesight isn’t great which made sleepers vulnerable  to their wrath if spooked. 

Cilia stayed within shouting distance on both sides of the river, bringing wood back to chop it with the hand axe. She would let others help and she did not really try to avoid the group. She just needed to work through things.