Tremors

In a lake fifty miles from the city, a women was washing her hair as a group of soldiers stood by keeping an eye on the surrounding woods.

When a small bird landed on a boulder at the edge of the shore, the women stop what she was doing and called out.

"Fir!" Hearing his name being called, a man of bulky stature with long dreadlocks down his back, mocha skin and indentical tattoos on both of his arms walked out of a large air carrier.

"Gwen....sigh."

"The bird came back." She pointing the small creature grooming itself on the rock.

"You couldn't stop what you were doing to check…?" 

"I've been sleeping outdoors for the passed month, I should at least be able to enjoy a relaxing bathe….well unless you would like to join me in here." 

The surrounding guards turned their heads further away from the pair.

It isn't the first time their leaders have occupied themselves with each others or with one of the guards.