Wind Talker Angel

Angel watched timidly from her place amongst the Weather Committee as Tory gave her speech. Her bright green eyes were shining in the light that had been placed by fire-casters around our group, setting an orange hue on all present. So far, Carter had mentioned, there were about fifty people living in Briar Wood. Within Briar Hall, the large hollowed out room within the tree, all fifty were able to barely take up any space at all. In fact, if Angel really thought about it, she'd say the inside of the tree was about as big as a large sports dome, not uncommon from the one that used to be downtown.
But Angel never thought about the pre-invasion era. Like the other kids, she had been too young to miss a world dead by the time she could actually think for herself. Sometimes she dreamed about things, faces and contraptions that she no longer understood, but for the most part, her thoughts were on the present.
"Let's work together to make a new world," Tory declared, spreading her hands with a welcoming face. "This is the purpose that Briar Wood was built upon. It's hard work to make this place livable, but the more that we have, the better. Thank you, everyone who has traveled so far, out there to be there today."
There were cheers, especially from Rowan whose face always held a fantastic smile. It was coming along way from five years before, but like most others in Briar Wood, he had Tory to thank for that.
"So, let's get to it!" Tory shouted, and everyone took it up. Enthusiasm was what we needed right now, Carter had told her, the new people are timid and skeptical.
People were breaking up, heading to the group leaders and asking for instructions. As soon as Tory stepped down from the makeshift stage, Blue was at her side, keeping an eye on all the people who came up to her.
"Angel?" a voice startled her from behind, forcing her to whip around. It was one of hers, a guy in the weather committee, but she had forgot his name.
"Y-yes...?" she mumbled, trying to stare at the floor.
"We should get going, yeah?" he asked a little playfully, and the other six moved towards her with anticipation.
"Yeah," she replied, giving Tory one more quick glance before taking the others out of Briar Hall. When she had glanced, Tory had been looking her way, smiling reassuringly. In that face she saw the words Tory had told her so many times...

Don't do it for me - don't do it 'cause Anthony would have wanted you to. Do it because this new world needs you, and because you need it. Be something amazing, something you believe in, and create things that you would have never been able to before. Be Angel, a Wind Talker, leader of the Weather Committee. The job was, after all, created for you.