conor and sarah

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Afternoon
Where: Campfire

With some of the chaos of the day winding down, after the body had been found and buried, Sarah instinctively went off to find Dan, but while walking, changed course to search for Conor instead. Dan had Nic and she doubted that today, of all days, he would want her clinging to him because a dead body of a girl she hadn't even known freaked her out. It didn't take long to track him down, given he was sitting in the general campsite area, near where the fire had been burning the night before. He'd seemed to be in a foul mood earlier, when she had first woken up to the discovery of the body, so she braced herself for that and went over to him, her fingers gripping the sleeves of the sweatshirt that belonged to him.

Who: Conor and Sarah
When: Early evening
Where: By the stream

His fingertips were slightly sore from the work he'd put in -- the pews had had the tendency to slip and chafe as he'd moved them -- but Conor felt that in all, the demands put upon him had been few. The work was unimpressive, if necessary. Now there were enough makeshift beds in the chapel to sleep approximately twenty people, and the floorspace made it even more useful. He doubted they could fit everyone -- the groups had begun to return by the time he and Zania had finished outfitting the place -- but there were still tents as options for the rest. Conor sat beneath a tree, smoking a clove as the sun was setting and finding the entire scenario cliched and exhausting. He exhaled smoke, a paltry attempt at damaging the solidness of the atmosphere, a mar on the picture in front of him. He thought, vaguely, that he could have chosen somewhere less scenic.