There were three groups in my story. Those who left, that which stayed, and he who triumphed. I've tried forgetting.
It never works.
"I told you, Tessa, I'm going to make him smile."
Tessa snorted in disbelief.
"I will! Wait and see."
Tessa rolled over in the darkness, to face Aetwin.
"Oh I'll wait. And I'll see his same expressionless--expressionless thing--where his face should be. Honestly, Win, I don't understand what you see in him."
Win couldn't keep her mind from wandering back to the moment when Jal had arrived. His deep eyes, and the way his nose fit on his face, it was all so.... Not attractive, but.... Attractive.
"I don't know what I see in him either. It's just, I know he can smile. I don't know what it will look like though. Or how it will feel when I see it. And... I want him to feel it as much as I want to."
Tessa was silent.
"My life is hard." Win told the roof of the cave.
Tessa snorted again. "Try my life."
"Now let me sleep." Tessa said, turning away again, adjusting under her blanket. "If I don't get enough rest, I won't have the patience to bear your chatter tomorrow."
Alright then. Love you too, sister.
Win's eyes snapped open as a torch flared to life. Tessa was already dressed, standing above Win's cot, torch in hand.
"Father wants us. Get dressed."
"Is it even waking time?" Rushing to put on her shoes and knee pads, Win tried to shake the sleep from her body.
"No, of course not. Do you feel rested?" She asked sarcastically.
"Do you know why he wants us?" It was never a good thing if Father summoned you. Even less if he called for you halfway through rest.
"No Win, I don't. No one really ever knows. I just hope we haven't offended his wisdom."
Pulling her gloves on, Tessa gestured for Win to follow. Fingers fumbling, Win managed hers, hurrying after the light of Tessa's fire. Hands and knees against stone, they crawled through the twisting holes and caverns, following the memorized path. The marks and arrows pointing the way went unnoticed, for the most part.
Up, down, the caves twisted.
Still crawling, Win whispered a prayer that Father would not have a reason to be angry.
If he did have reason... Darkness help them.
Author Notes: To be continued, probably?