There had been an undeniable sense of excitement when she'd seen the ships heading toward the drop point. Everyone knew it could only mean one of two things -- 1. they were finally getting supplies or 2. more people were arriving, which could possibly mean that someone they knew was there. Excitement gave way to hope that maybe an aunt or uncle or cousin had made it onto the ship and she'd finally have someone there with her. She took off running along with a crowd of other people who were just as anxious to see what the ships had brought them.

But it wasn't people that the ship was carrying. It was supplies, and as they were unloaded from the ship people were shouting and pushing, trying to talk over each other to find out who got what. People were pushing and shoving as they tried to gather around the small stack of things that were dropped just so they could see what it was. Zee found herself elbowing people away from her as she tried to get out of the crowd before she was totally engulfed by it. They seemed to disperse as quickly as they gathered, though, with only a few lingering in hopes that more of their things would be unloaded.

It... usually took a lot more to annoy Zee, but as she stood there at the drop point staring down at the crate that had the ammo for her 1911 she was annoyed. She had ammo and no gun. How could she have ammo and no gun. She had made sure when she packed all of her things they were together and now she had ammo. and. no. gun. She really should have been grateful to have anything at all because only five things had been delivered, which meant that a majority of the people on PE didn't have anything yet.

Still. If they were going to bring her one thing the least it could have been was her horse.

She tapped at the front of the crate with the toe of her boot, frowning to herself. "What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked no one in particular. "Throw it?" She just needed to remind herself that eventually the rest of her stuff would come. Maybe she'd get lucky and have a gun on the next shipment -- preferably the pistol she'd packed and not the rifle because that would be totally useless as well. She sighed and started dragging the crate from the drop point toward her home.



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Zee looked up when she heard a voice asking if she needed help. She recognized the other girl as an explorer, but couldn't place a name with a face. She straightened up and wiped the palms of her hands against the legs of her shorts. "Uh, yeah. It's pretty heavy." She answered then grinned and shook her head because the girl that offered to help her wasn't any bigger than she was. There were other people still milling around the drop, men who could have lifted the crate the rounds came in with no problem, and yet the only one that even bothered to try to help her was another tiny explorer.

"I'm Zee." She said and she held her hand out to Ophelia. "What did you get?" She asked, motioning to the things that Ophelia had with her. She naturally wanted to assume by the shape of one of the items that it was a tent -- since Phee was an explorer and all -- but it could have just as easily been something else. A tent would come in handy, though. She really should have thought about packing one away for herself.

Zee sighed and bent down to grab at the crate her ammo came in so the pair could bring it to the little hut that she called home. "You would think that one of these big strong men would offer to help." She said. "But maybe they're intimidated by us." Or just amused at the sight of two teeny girls man-handling a crate. Whatever the reason for them not helping she was glad that Ophelia had. "Thanks, by the way."

She was quiet for a bit while they continued the trek toward her home. "Have you been out exploring?" She asked as she glanced at the other girl. "Or are you holding off until all of your stuff comes in?"



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Ophelia Timber