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The short dark girl came walking up behind him. Briskly, even though she must be exhausted. her jewelry tinkled softly.

“Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Sahar.” she grinned, a little nervously.

“Thanks for helping me with Yila, I certainly would have fallen on my face if it wasn’t for your help.”

I noticed.

“I’m Qatar.” he seemed inclined to stop the conversation there.

The thud of a rock and Acyn’s quick apology interrupted, anyway.

Sahar turned to call out to him, and then turned back to Qatar.

“Friends or siblings?”

Sahar raised her eyebrows at the brusqueness in his tone.

“We’re friends–” she started, but Qatar cut her off with a “shhh!”

Niarok was talking loudly to the darkness on the other side of the cave. In another instant a woman stepped out of the shadows. Short. Slight.

About as small as Quin.

Quin hadn’t always been so slight… his thoughts ran away from him again, wandering in the sunshine by the stream at home, in the days before It happened. He could almost hear Quin’s laugh, ringing and echoing against the cave walls. Quin never laughed now.

Sahar was looking at him intently, but he didn’t notice.

But he heard something else, too. That soft plash and scraping of stones, far away in the recesses of the cave.

What could that…

Sahar was talking to him. He drug his mind back and stared down at her, a little impatiently. “I beg your pardon?”

 

Rose, change whatever doesn’t fit. 🙂