Gurata's scream drew attention from others, and a small crowd started to form. Their combined anger against one child was obvious to see. It was rage, burning so hot that it wanted to explode.
Sunshine wondered whether it was right to urge them to be rational. One little three-year-old girl was not to blame for the catastrophe that had occurred. But how could she something like that to people that were still grieving? Most were now the only ones left from their families.
They were just like the little girl. But they would never see it.
They needed someone to blame and she was it.
As a scavenger and trader trying to save her own world, she had to tread carefully, Boulder Creek was a commodity to her, a land of treasures. Other opinions she had needed to be kept to herself for now.
"Disperse." She commanded the people.
Othyrean gestured the same. Three adults and one child remained back, just as they had been.
