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"There was a time when men were kind,
when their voices soft,
and their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
and the world was a song,
and the song was exciting.
And there was a time when it all went wrong."
~Fantine from Les Misérables
"There was a time when men were kind,
when their voices soft,
and their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
and the world was a song,
and the song was exciting.
And there was a time when it all went wrong."
~Fantine from Les Misérables
Auri pulled her boots on over her thick socks. Fall breaking over Colorado brought changes, more than just a permanent chill in the air. Leaves all around
them were changing color and falling to the barren Earth, as the soil prepared to sleep after months of fruitfully providing for the Rebels. She tied them
tight, a grunt escaping her parted lips, and exhaled, bringing on a deep yawn. The morning light was coming later and later, and leaving them earlier.
Summer's long days were rapidly shrinking. And with that brought new worries. Their stores were low. This would be Aurielle's third full winter in
camp, and she was beginning to learn the ropes. The more preparation done before the snows broke the ground, the better.
She stood, debating on tucking in the open flannel shirt over her tank top, then decided not to. The over-sized garment brushed against her comfortingly as Aurielle moved about, down the halls to the storage caves to do a quick inventory. There would be enough food for about 4 weeks. Most of it was pre-packaged, foods that can be stored. Without power, meats and perishables like milk had to be consumed on the first day or two. The majority of foods were packaged in ways meant to be preserved. It wasn't the healthiest of methods, but whne the snows came, they could use it to keep the meats at safe temperatures to keep. A relief. They would need the hearty stock to keep their bodies healthy as the temperature took its toll.
With a sigh, there was nothing denying the truth. The raid needed to be soon. Or the food stores would run out of stock. Aurielle moved to go find Doc, who would probably be in the kitchen helping to prepare breakfast. She put a hand to her hip, where a pistol hung. Aurielle made sure the safety was in place. She was allowed to carry the gun however she wished, being in the caves as long as she was. Auri and Doc may have had their bickering moments, but they more often than not got along swell. They both saw the needs of the whole group over their own personal wants and needs. And Aurielle liked to help the whole operation run smoothly. When you cared for many rebel humans and souls, room for error could mean death of someone or people who had become loved.
She let her long hair fall around her shoulders as a partial curtain as she looked about the room, her bright eyes searching out Doc. Her target. She smiled and moved to his side. Auri liked him, kind of like she had liked her dad. She felt a familial loyalty to him that no one else in the world could claim. Auri had lost much, and Doc seemed to feel that. He didn't ask too many questions of her, either. It made her feel safer, knowing he took the time to understand her without prying. Too often now, people who had become phantoms in spirit from losing everything lost the will, their fighting spirit. But Aurielle refused, and Doc was the light to pull her through.
"We're low on food, Doc. Time for a raid, I think, with winter sneaking up on us. You up for it?" She moved to sit at the counter, swinging her legs around the stool and pulling a bowl of bread dough closer. Auri kneaded it firmly, with practiced hands, then began shaping balls in her palms for rolls. Their staple food here in the mountain caves. Auri saw no need to just talk when she may as well help with the work.
