A pair of mossy green eyes peered towards the sky, watching the heavy, grey clouds float over the English countryside. A cool wind blew through the trees, bringing with it the smell of rain and a promise of sweet reprieve to the small workforce nearby. "It will storm tonight," the elaph to whom the eyes belonged spoke. She looked down, scanning the surroundings; both through the trees and grasslands. "Lilian, your shift's up," called out the voice of a young man. The elaph woman turned and nodded, a slight smile spreading across her features. Like most elaph, Lilian was tall and graceful, with a massive set of antlers protruding from her temples. Her skin was rather pale, but smooth and mostly unblemished. Her slightly curly, light brown hair reached to just past her shoulders. The man that spoke to her smiled back, a slight blush gracing his cheeks. Lilian, however, payed no mind. After emerging from the darkness of the rock, she'd found most humans that she spoke with responded in a similar manner. Until recently she'd assumed it was part of human culture. One of the guards she shared night duty with explained to her that even an average-looking elaph appeared very beautiful to most humans. He then admitted he even found males attractive, which was apparently taboo in human culture. Lilian decided that she didn't fully understand the people whose planet she now inhabited. Many were not very accepting of what was considered 'abnormal' or 'unnatural'. The community she'd found herself in, however, seemed to be more welcoming. The humans went as far as allowing themselves to be exiled in order to build a settlement with the non-humans. Lilian considered that noble. She returned to her quarters, quickly pulling off the guard uniform, which consisted of a red coat and black pants. The elaph woman found it unusual, as she would have dressed herself in dull browns and greens to camouflage herself from potential attackers. She pulled on simpler clothing--leather pants, knee-high boots, and a white blouse. She stepped out and headed towards the building where most of the humans congregated. An inn, she remembered it was called. Another gust of wind blew past, bringing the thunderheads even closer. She stopped and looked at the sky once more, taking a moment to enjoy the weather. Despite spending most of her younger years in extremely low light, Lilian enjoyed cloudy and rainy days the most, though what the humans called 'spring' was lovely as well. She entered and found a seat next to the human man that was called 'mayor'. He was an older man, quite a bit shorter than Lilian's six and a half feet. The others knew him as Doctor George Ainsworth. Lilian just called him, and Lilian just referred to him as 'Lord Doctor', though it took a while for her to understand 'doctor' was not part of his name. The nickname still stuck. George, despite being in his early forties, was still a thin and fit looking man, with close-cropped brown hair streaked through with grey, and a matching beard that he kept closely trimmed. His voice was low and rumbling, matching his stern expression. Many that met him initially felt intimidated, but quickly learned that he was actually very kind. "Evening, Lilian," he said, looking up from a letter. "I've received word from London, it seems they have agreed upon a shipment of building supplies and food. Looks like salted meat and pickled vegetables, from what I'm reading. I would have been content with the building supplies alone, but the extra food will be a Godsend." Lilian smiled and nodded. "Yes, I have heard some of the guards complaining about the recent rations. What else have they told you?" Dr. Ainsworth continued reading. "It seems that they will only ship it half way; we are to meet them and take the rest of the supplies ourselves. I should have suspected there would be some unreasonable circumstance...Bastards, we don't have the military force to travel that far." Lilian remained silent for a moment. "Perhaps we can gather some volunteers to make the trip? It will be difficult to move as a large group, but I believe if we take enough extraspecies, we can make it to and fro mostly unscathed." The doctor considered it for a moment. "Go ahead. I will write back, and arrange for a meeting place. Gather as many volunteers as you can that will be willing to fight or haul supplies, and notify me. We can't spare too many guards, but we also cannot send out a force of all greenhorns, either. Truly a predicament. Go, spread the word and come back to me in a week." And so she did; she spoke to her fellow guards, and any people that she spoke to throughout the day. Every night she would wait at the inn and discuss her plans with any who would show up. There she was, three days later, finding a spot at the inn. She ordered only distilled water, and waited for any who had heard of her plans, or those who wished to hear more.