In War

[*Varda*]

As the discussion heightened around the table, with both Reed and Darian defending her plan, Ros bit her lip and stayed quiet, not wanting to aggravate people anymore. Barak seemed less than pleased with Reed’s further suggestions, and Ros did not want to interrupt his current conversation. Looking around the table, she saw Reed had departed, now standing by the fire, and Eorlyn seemed very interested in Rhys.

Her eyes still roving around the room, she saw one person she hadn’t spoken to yet - a girl a little younger than herself, with her hair as black as night tied back from her face. Jisela, her name was, or so Ros had heard while travelling. Wasn’t she the one who had been playing with the snowballs?

Jisela seemed to be sitting alone and as silent as Ros was, and Ros wished the atmosphere at the table was a little less tense. Hoping to break the ice with Jisela, she pushed back her chair and walked over, putting her hand out.

“Hello, I’m Rosanna,” she said. “Am I right in thinking that you are Jisela?” The dark-haired girl smiled and nodded, and Ros sat down beside her.