Ryieahna awoke later in the morning to shouts in the square again. It took her a long time to be able to get the rocks out of her bookshelf and pull it out of the way. She stepped outside letting her sheep out for the day, and went to see what had happened.
Nobody was dead, but they were still voting to lynch somebody as if there were. She sighed, all of this violence was just to much to be honest. She could see the glances from her villagers and figured she must be obligated to vote.
Josietta Yesterday, Rhapsody turned against her, in anger. Perhaps the anger of betrayal?