Crystal Facets

Delta

Delta dawn had dealt with a lot of strange things in her life. When you live on the outskirts of the glitter dessert, you have to be prepared for anything and everything. Of course, that usually didn't extend to traveling to a giants world, getting stuck with 7 strange trolls, and learning that your music is just one out of a bunch. She wasn't sure she was adjusting well.

After they had finally stopped moving, and were able to leave the stuffy bag, each troll had decided that under the bed would be the best place to hide, while still keeping close enough to the large creature Cooper called Steven. So far, Delta had spent a majority of her time trying to corral the younger trolls into focusing and helping to clean out the dust bunnies and cobwebs.

She was already getting a headache, especially with how loud both Poppy and Barb were.

She found some solace in Trollzart and Branch, who seemed inclined more to their personal space and quiet. She admired Branch's ability to curb Poppy's curiosity, and couldn't help seeing a bit of herself in him. He was smart, quick thinking, and from what she'd seen so far, strong.

Plus, he didn't act like Poppy or Cooper, who were far too energetic for her tastes. So when she found herself standing next to the grey troll, she figured she'd try to start up a conversation. "So, yer name's Branch, right? Ya seem pretty ready for stuff like this."

Branch perked up at the others voice, apparently not expecting the small talk. He blushed lightly and rubbed at the back of his head. "Always got to be prepared... never know when a Bergen might find you..."

She tilted her head slightly at that. "What's a Bergen, if'n you don't mind my asking." She was a little surprised to see how tense he became. Had she hit a sensitive subject?

He took a few moments to answer, eyeing her up as if to see if she was either joking, or trying to poke fun at him. When he saw no dishonesty, he sighed. "They used to eat us. 20 years ago, the Bergens had us all trapped, and ate a lot of us each year... then we escaped."

Delta looked between him, Poppy, and Cooper, shocked by that news. "Wha.... Really? But then, why are the other two still so peppy?"

He gave a small shrug, but didn't elaborate any further. She watched as the trolls discussed how best to organize the space they had beneath the bed, and couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Branch that made him so different from the other two from his tribe. She had a feeling they'd have plenty of time to figure it out... for now though?

She heard branch's stomach rumble audibly, and couldn't help a laugh. They needed provision. Something to eat, and some water would be enough. "I think we need someone to go and find food..."

With a nod, Branch turned to head out. "I'll go see what I can find."

Delta put her arm out in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. "Nah, I got this. You know some of the trolls here; you keep an eye on em. I'll rustle up some grub."

"Not a chance, they can take care of themselves." He winced a bit as he heard a thump, and a sorry from the group of young trolls. He didn't need to look to know that someone was causing mischief. "Well, mostly. But I'm still not letting you go alone. We can cover more ground, and have a better chance making it back if we go together."

She hummed, nodding a bit. "Aight, yer right. Let's head out together." She turned to Trollzart, who looked surprisingly calm watching the younger trolls play and horse around. "Trollzart, we're headin' out, hold down the fort."

He glanced upwards, then pointed to the bottom of the bed above them. "I do not think I need to hold it down. I think it is too heavy to float."

She gave him a half-hearted glare. "You know what I mean."