Our Place to Hide

Hey, I’m the big sister, I should be the one saying that. Wincing with a grin Siora watched her sibling twist to get a better look. It’s not as bad as it looks, honestly. It was another war wound on an ever growing list she’d overcome, but yes, a few days wouldn’t have it healed completely.

Her face brightened hearing that they had far longer than anticipated. Dropping the pestle back into the jar, she’d shift the pot clear so the siblings could sit closer, letting her head fall gently onto Leena’s. That’s so much time. She’d sigh, eyes briefly falling closed to reopen again with a smile. Stay here a bit then somewhere else? Probably best to not stay put here the whole time.

Bastien wouldn’t be forever distracted, he’d check up on her eventually when there came a lull in the festivities, even if it was merely through a whisper from one of his cronies. Siora reached around her sister's shoulder, giving it a squeeze as she lamented their position. Nodding, the shine in her smile slightly faded, but held on to hope. There would come a day where they would leave, by what means and timing the young woman was uncertain, but she wouldn’t let her sibling be drawn into the bastard's games.

One day we will be far away from here. You’ll cook and paint, but for yourself. Maybe you’ll have your own stall or some noble will be your patron. Turning to her, Sisi’s smile began reaffirming, imagining the possibilities once out, free. I’ll sing and dance. Tour with some minstrels and make my name as a famous bard… without having to sell secrets or sneak around in the shadows. We’ll be normal again.

@Leena Craynore