Ebony yawned and stretched out her hands, reaching over to the other side of the bed; she was surprised to find that it was empty. Opening her eyes and propping herself up on her elbow, Ebony looked at Steen's empty side of the bed, and frowned; it wasn't like him to leave so early, in fact he was the one usually begging her to stay. Shrugging her shoulders, she pulled on her clothes and went in search of him...
Steen nodded at Marco's suggestion, he believed that Marco was right; they needed to attack the Chosen before they became too strong. "Are you sure that you've traced the route of the trucks correctly?"
"I'm sure, don't you trust me?" Marco asked as he quizzed Steen.
"Of course I do, I just want to make sure; and after all, we're all putting our lives on the line for...
"Lives on the line for what?" came a voice behind the tribe council.
"Ebony..." Steen said as she emerged from the shadows of the building.
"Are you going to tell me, what's so important that it may well cost us our lives?" she asked as she sat down next to him.
"Well...we're planning to, to...attack the Chosen trucks, try and reduce their supplies."
"Great idea!" she said grinning, "When do we start?"
"As soon as Marco has mapped the incoming trucks into the city, and we're trained and raring to go, so..."
"..How 'bout we go now and get on with it?" Talia said as she stood, glaring at Ebony as she spoke. Marco frowned at his sister, detecting her dislike for Ebony...
"How about Steen and Ebony head for the north, and myself, Talia and Kazon head for the south, leaving Gracie in charge here at camp" Marco suggested, hoping to reduce the growing atmosphere in the room.
"Whatever" Ebony said as she walked out of the room, shortly followed by Steen...
She couldn't help it - having to place Brady down and quickly run from the room, much to the disappointment of her screaming daughter; Trudy dashed to the bathroom, her hand over her mouth as she made it, just in time, before she threw up...
Once the nausea waves had subsided, she slumped against the bathroom wall, her hand on her abdomen as she confirmed to herself what she already knew was true, she was pregnant, and that she was going to have the Guardian's child. Sobbing silently, Trudy held her face in her hands, before she threw up all over again...