Rohesia lay on her bunk, sheets up to her shoulder and body curled to face the wall as she listened to the transport trundle through the snow.
The barracks within the walls of the transport was cosy, to say the least. Five beds pushed against either side of the small corridor, each with three bunks sat upon a formidable metal frame. Clothing and belongings rioted within the parameters of their territory, not daring to stray beyond the vicinity of their bedside tables or the darkness below the bed. Spare clothes dangled from the rails, acting as makeshift curtains for those in the middle and bottom bunks. Sikkharan floated to and fro from either side of the barracks, interceding laughter and yelling alike. Each booming guffaw, each rapid reprimand that she could not understand, made her ta
