𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 / 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌

𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

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𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 

𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳.

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"𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 all of Alysane's nerves stood to attention in a flash, what reminisce of the deep sleep she had been in had now vanished and was replaced with sober concentration. "Alys!" The hissing sound was coming from the bed beside Alysane's, where Dacey was kneeling on the covers and peering towards the window. "Wake up will you!"

"What is it?" Alysane groaned, rolling over and doing her best to sit up while still somewhat unconscious. While she enjoyed sleep, Alysane never let herself sleep-in much these days – the war had straightened her sleeping pattern into a rigid routine of waking at the crack of dawn – but all the same she hated being woken up. "I swear to all the gods, Dace I-"

"Look!" Dacey hushed her by waving dismissive hands in her direction. "Out there." She pointed to the window, which was flooding the room with brilliant sunlight. It was rare the sun ever came out on the island, but upon looking Alysane found an immaculate blue sky stretching far and wide over her home.

"It's sunny," She mumbled, moving to her knees so to mimic the way in which her sister was sat.

"Not the sun, idiot. Down there." Dacey continued pointing, before eventually getting up and clambering towards the window. They were both in their nightgowns still, and in that moment looked like excitable children seeing the first of the summer snows. But the way Dacey was grinning suggested, whatever she wanted Alysane to see, was not so innocent. She was pointing to the courtyard when Alysane came to stand by her side, begrudgingly. "Look." She repeated, and Alysane's eyes traced in the direction Dacey was pointing, until she clearly found what it was her sister had been talking about.