bibliodragon

Title: Celebration
Characters: Laura, Maya
Spoilers: New Caprica before the Cylons.
Rating: Gen
Words: 220

This was inspired by the latest prompt for

bsg_100, but I ended going over the word limit just a little bit.

Laura's second Colonial Day after the fall is worlds away from her first. The cold New Caprican wind blows straight to the bones and she pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands, but she can hear the sounds of celebration coming from the tent city's more hardy residents.

Celebration is the last thing on her mind as she makes her way through the mud streets. Ducking under the tent flap, apologies falling from her lips before her eyes adjust to the gloom.

"I'm not too late, am I?" she asks the younger woman, who hasn't changed out of her everyday clothes into the small amount of what can be called party wear on this planet.

"I'm not going," Maya says. "Isis has been fussing," her hand gently strokes the calmly sleeping infant curled up on the cot beside her, "so I thought I would stay at home."

The young woman lacks the guile of the politicians Laura has spent too much time with, and she can't help but smile as she reaches down under her cot for the small bottle of what passes for alcohol Laura had been planning to bitterly toast the holiday.

"Well then, we shall have to have a celebration of our own," Laura tells her with a smile. Perhaps there is something worth celebrating.