The weeks to follow were bright and sunny. The camp was bustling with work as each building was swiftly erected to beat the swiftly approaching winter weather. A central well was dug, and the tents were dismantled one by one as the small homes took their places. A primitive and basic, but quaint and rustic, village had taken the camp’s place. Tess felt an odd satisfaction to know she had played some small part in the town’s birth even if all she had done was feed and clothe the workers. The last few tents were removed, and the belongings moved into each new home. Fences were built in the small gaps between to carrel the animals.
Tess stood on the spot she had called home for the last few months. Dax’s tent had been dismantled and returned to the ships with the oth
