Kingdoms Rise

Eight

Over the last few days Mae had been holed up in her room. She hadn't minded it, she was to able to talk with the young girl, Gwendolyn. The days were nice, which made the mountains a nice place to look.

Fallon had visited her once everyday to check on her. She still had no sign of Aderyn or Cerridwyn coming to meet her.

Mae had finally been able to walk around. She was standing her bathroom now looking in the mirror. She didn't know she was looking at. A glow began to emit from her skin, hardly noticeable but she could see it.

She was still getting used to moving around in her knew body. It was still her body but it felt different, foreign.

She scrubbed at her face, trying and failing to wipe away this new and unfamiliar skin.

She left the bathroom, the mirror, and back into her room. It was beginning to feel like her room now. In the vaguest of terms.

She eyed the bed. It was large and fitted with lavish, exotic silks. Decorated with an array of downy pillows. The bed itself was the most comfortable thing she had slept on.

Mae debated going over to that bed and snuggling deep within those sheets.

She began to make her way to the bed and under the sheets. She gracefully slipped beneath the covers. She smiles and hummed in gratitude.

Mae closed her eyes with the intent on drifting back to a comfortable sleep.

She was almost there when the door to her room opened. She popped open an eye, barely able to see over the covers she had pulled up around her face.

To females of similar figures stood next to her bed.

It seemed that Fallon could no longer hold off Aderyn and Cerridwyn. He hadn't told her anything about them, only that they were dying to meet to her.

Mae pulled down the blankets from her face and blinked up at them.

The two women beamed at her.

Their smiles were twin smiles, nearly everything about them was the same. Mae knew they had to be twins. Their builds were near identical. Their faces the same structure. The only differences were in their height and eye color. One had black eyes flecked with violet, and the other had gray eyes.

Mae realized they weren't gray, but rather a metallic silver unlike her own winter gray eyes.

The height difference between the two wasn't dramatic—only a few inches separated them.

Their smiles made their eyes dance.

"You better get up yourself before we drag you out," said the with black eyes.

"Oh, and you should probably change before you leave," the silver-eyed one added.

They walked out without another word.

Mae blinked at the door they just walked through. She had no doubt they were waiting for her on the other side of the door.

She begrudgingly got out of bed and dressed in the simple gray gown that had been laid out for her by Gwendolyn. She had told Mae that it was one of the least eccentric pieces in the wardrobe she had been given.

Mae was almost frightened to find out what else was in there. Almost. She was curious to.

She slipped on the silk shoes that had also been left out for, giving a few needed inches of height.