Waiting for Zjasha, she eyed the two suspiciously, as their Lord quietly spoke to her. The look on her sister’s face and the way she looked her up and down as if measuring her worth worried Miria. She strained her ears to hear what they were saying. A blind man would have known they were talking about her.<br/><br/>Nodding, Zjasha approached her and took her arm leading her out of his chambers. “What?” she asked catching the look on her sister’s face. She shook her head and the two returned to their small house in silence.<br/><br/>Miria was bursting at the seams, her curiosity increasing the closer they came to their house.<br/><br/>They passed others gathered around small fires, sharing food and drink. Normally the two sisters would join their friends for meals, but Zjasha tugged her arm anxious to reach the solitude and quiet of their abode.<br/><br/>Once home behind closed doors Miria turned to her sister, her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. “Okay, spill it. I know you have something to tell me, we are alone now and the suspense is killing me.”<br/>