[Aqua-chan]

"I really wish we had taken a map."

"Shut up about the map."

The couple walked on together in a silence punctuated by only a few moments of dialog. The beaten path they followed through grassy hills seemed to be getting steeper, but neither of the girls was ready to admit fatigue.

They were going to Pelagiad, only because Allorin had reasoned that a place called "Molag Mar" didn't even sound inviting. It was their true hope that they weren't accicently walking into a death trap of bounty hunters or anything.

Side by side, Sietsuna and Allorin didn't look alike, regardless that they were both Bosmer and even sisters. Siestuna was tall even for a human's standards, and quite lanky and thin. She stood a head over Allorin, who was about average height for an elf and had a proportionate body structure. Where Allorin's hair was short, straight, and brown Sietsuna's was long, wavy, and black. Their faces had almost no relevance, and no one would have reasonably guessed they were related.

Another thing about them that clashed was their personalities.

"We could have asked for a map."

"Alright, then. Why don't you just run on back to the Argonian's apartment and ask for one. I'll wait right here until you come back," the older elf replied with a sarcastic snap, not clutching the dagger until her fist turned white because she worried about animals. Sietsuna's sister played on her every last nerve, and it would only be so long before she couldn't take the second guessing anymore. The assassin instincts would kick in - she almost PRAYED for it - and the strange red glowing dagger would be applied to the throat of a very obnoxious bloodkin of hers.

"Look, this is not my fault," Allorin argued, "I did not get you captured by the Imperialists, and you know that."

"Oh, so the fact that they conveniently found out where I lived just a few days after they captured and began starving you was all a complete coincedence?" It wasn't a question.

"You think I sold you out?" Allorin stopped in her tracks, seemingly stunned and offended at this revelation. Sietsuna neither stopped nor replied. "I don't believe you think-! I would never do that to-!"

"Oh, shove it!" Sietsuna called back over her shoulder, gaining a good distance between herself and Allorin. Breifly, she thought her sister might choose not to follow her.

I'm not that lucky.

Allorin kept step with the other, keeping a selective perimeter for reaction time. She was seething; Sietsuna knew it.

Boldly and definately, Allorin hissed through her teeth, "I didn't say anything." She vaguely heard Siestuna reply under her breath something along the lines of 'you can kick in now, instincts'. "Sietsuna, listen to me!"

"Hey!" the assassin whipped around suddenly, her hair flying in crazy directions, "As a slaver, do you know what kind of penalty you would recieve should you be apprehended? You'd be beaten into submission and sold as a slave. Poetic justice, huh?" The fake smile and waving of her arms didn't lure Allorin into thinking things were about to get better. "Well guess what? I'm an assassin, Allorin. I kill people for money. If I get captured, they'll execute me."

The uneasiness hung in the fresh air for an eternity. Neither of the Bosmer, both proud and stubborn, would break the angry eye contact that they currently had. It went on until Sietsuna felt she'd made her point.

"You gave me up once. When I find a way to get us back to the mainland and we're out of this mess don't you plan on ever seeing me again." She turned back and stomped down the path once more, faster and more determined to get to Pelagaid than ever. Allorin sulked breifly before taking up pace, staying a safe distance away from Sietsuna while always keeping her within sight.

The rest of the trip played out as it had started: almost entire silence. Only a few times did the girls stop and ask the other, equally as clueless, what direction to go when the road split in two directions. And though they both tried to conceal it the other knew: a lingering hurt between the sisters had been established, and that it was there it would take a great deal of effort to make it go away.