Or friendly. [Which is saying something considering they are used to Grounders who are pretty savage as far as people go. The people on the ground have certainly reverted in many ways, and Raven is very much reminded of the lifestyle, at least what she has seen from Lincoln and the others who tried to attack the drop ship. Her lip curls at the thought as she looks around, clearly not pleased with what they have to deal with.
But like him she's cautious. It's hard to ignore the smells of the rich food, and her eyes keep darting back to the people sitting at the tables. Could it be so bad? She knows there's about a hundred and one things they need to do, and she isn't sure how useful she'll be in a place like this. So far she hasn't seen any signs of tech, wires or even electricity. Fairies are some how still old school.
It seems fitting with the way they told those tales. Still a disgruntled Raven isn't happy about what that means for her which means very little when presented with this much food.]
No one seems to be dying or hallucinating. Whatever this magic is, I'm wondering if it's worth it if we don't have to live off dried jerky. [She nods toward an open spot at one of the tables, trying to drag him that way though Bellamy controls more of the movement with two working legs. But the mechanic is long past that. There seems to be all types of meats, pies, gravies, jams, and baked goods. This is far better than she can imagine, not having experienced Mt. Weather for self.]
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But like him she's cautious. It's hard to ignore the smells of the rich food, and her eyes keep darting back to the people sitting at the tables. Could it be so bad? She knows there's about a hundred and one things they need to do, and she isn't sure how useful she'll be in a place like this. So far she hasn't seen any signs of tech, wires or even electricity. Fairies are some how still old school.
It seems fitting with the way they told those tales. Still a disgruntled Raven isn't happy about what that means for her which means very little when presented with this much food.]
No one seems to be dying or hallucinating. Whatever this magic is, I'm wondering if it's worth it if we don't have to live off dried jerky. [She nods toward an open spot at one of the tables, trying to drag him that way though Bellamy controls more of the movement with two working legs. But the mechanic is long past that. There seems to be all types of meats, pies, gravies, jams, and baked goods. This is far better than she can imagine, not having experienced Mt. Weather for self.]
We can scout the place out after.