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?I don?t think that will fit.?
Amthy glanced up from her bag and to her sister. Her nose scrunched. A grunt pressed passed her lips as she tried to force the rest of her dress into her valise. ??ve nearly got it,? she gasped.
?If you don?t mind a few wrinkles,? Cayt tossed out companionably as she settled comfortably on the edge of Amthy?s bed. Cornflower blue and pastel sky material puffed gently around her legs as she settled on the bedspread and half of one of her sister?s dresses.
Amthy gave a small shriek before pulling the garment out from beneath Cayt?s legs and backside. ?Aiie~ Be careful!? She clucked to the lean, silvery-blonde haired woman. Her dress was pulled across the bed and cradled lovingly to her chest as she checked it for damage. Once she was sure it had escaped unscathed, she returned it to one of the various piles around her bag.
?I think you have enough,? Cayt said as she reached toward Amthy?s bulging bag, and pressed a finger into the rebellious fabric that refused to be forced into her sister?s luggage. It was so firmly packed with clothing that it was like she had pried her finger into winter frozen ground. ?How long are you going to be gone, anyway?? Pale brows drew together and lifted in question as she looked from the bag on the bed and the several other matching pieces on the floor.
?Three days,? Amthy grunt as she wrestled with the fastening of her bag.
?Only??
?You?re right. I need another bag.? Amthy nodded. The motion sent her green hair slithering over her shoulders.
?Where are you going??
?I dunno.?
?Not a single idea??
?No? a?un,? she answered matter-of-fact. A triumphant note wound liberally through her words as she finally managed to close her valise. ?Ah-ha!? She preened and primped happily at her accomplishment.
Doubt colored Cayt?s voice as well as concern. ?Will you be all right? Will you be safe?? She tried to keep her words even. It had taken time for her to come to terms with Amthy?s unfortunate experience a few years prior. She hated to feel like the last year was only a lull before the storm.
?Most safe, I do promise,? Amthy replied earnestly. Her chin dipped and her eyes rounded with her enthusiasm.
?Neano is going with you.? It was a statement and not a question. Cayt wasn?t going to budge of that point. Amthy needed protecting, in her opinion, even if it was from her self.
Amthy nodded in a very round about way that was more of an indecisive maybe than a true yes or no. She scratched her ear. ?Okay,? she said as she tugged at her earlobe.
?Good. I?ll let him know.? Cayt?s smile was small and tight. ?He?ll want to pack, too.?
?Le?m know I must leave at moon rise.?
?So soon??
?I fear tha? I must. I need all the start I can manage if I wanna win.?
?Good luck.?
?Thank you, I do fear I will need it,? Amthy said resignedly.
?I don?t think that will fit.?
Amthy glanced up from her bag and to her sister. Her nose scrunched. A grunt pressed passed her lips as she tried to force the rest of her dress into her valise. ??ve nearly got it,? she gasped.
?If you don?t mind a few wrinkles,? Cayt tossed out companionably as she settled comfortably on the edge of Amthy?s bed. Cornflower blue and pastel sky material puffed gently around her legs as she settled on the bedspread and half of one of her sister?s dresses.
Amthy gave a small shriek before pulling the garment out from beneath Cayt?s legs and backside. ?Aiie~ Be careful!? She clucked to the lean, silvery-blonde haired woman. Her dress was pulled across the bed and cradled lovingly to her chest as she checked it for damage. Once she was sure it had escaped unscathed, she returned it to one of the various piles around her bag.
?I think you have enough,? Cayt said as she reached toward Amthy?s bulging bag, and pressed a finger into the rebellious fabric that refused to be forced into her sister?s luggage. It was so firmly packed with clothing that it was like she had pried her finger into winter frozen ground. ?How long are you going to be gone, anyway?? Pale brows drew together and lifted in question as she looked from the bag on the bed and the several other matching pieces on the floor.
?Three days,? Amthy grunt as she wrestled with the fastening of her bag.
?Only??
?You?re right. I need another bag.? Amthy nodded. The motion sent her green hair slithering over her shoulders.
?Where are you going??
?I dunno.?
?Not a single idea??
?No? a?un,? she answered matter-of-fact. A triumphant note wound liberally through her words as she finally managed to close her valise. ?Ah-ha!? She preened and primped happily at her accomplishment.
Doubt colored Cayt?s voice as well as concern. ?Will you be all right? Will you be safe?? She tried to keep her words even. It had taken time for her to come to terms with Amthy?s unfortunate experience a few years prior. She hated to feel like the last year was only a lull before the storm.
?Most safe, I do promise,? Amthy replied earnestly. Her chin dipped and her eyes rounded with her enthusiasm.
?Neano is going with you.? It was a statement and not a question. Cayt wasn?t going to budge of that point. Amthy needed protecting, in her opinion, even if it was from her self.
Amthy nodded in a very round about way that was more of an indecisive maybe than a true yes or no. She scratched her ear. ?Okay,? she said as she tugged at her earlobe.
?Good. I?ll let him know.? Cayt?s smile was small and tight. ?He?ll want to pack, too.?
?Le?m know I must leave at moon rise.?
?So soon??
?I fear tha? I must. I need all the start I can manage if I wanna win.?
?Good luck.?
?Thank you, I do fear I will need it,? Amthy said resignedly.