“Mishwe? MISHWE!” Rhessi’s voice rang out in their tent. “Are you even listening to me?”
The black and brooding cow rolled her eyes at her sister. “Look, you’re not my mom, ok? If I want to go to a meeting, it’s MY decision. Anyway, these guys are awesome, and they’re getting me trained up to fight the Legion. What is your PROBLEM?”
Rhessi seethed. Why could Mishwe not understand her concerns? But it was a difficult slope to walk. Mishwe was right. Rhessi was not her mother, nor was she her guardian. Mishwe had officially come of age, and was beyond her sister’s physical control.
Well, if that meant Rhessi had to resort to blackmail, that’s what she would do. This was her little sister after all. Any means necessary could be justified in keeping her safe.
“Don’t you care about me? Don’t you care about the tribe? Why won’t you tell us what goes on in these meetings, or even where they are?”
Now it was Mishwe’s turn to fume. “Because it’s none of your business. Stop being so nosy. This is MY life. If you have to know, they’re Sunwalkers, ok? See? It’s fine. I might even take the vow.”
Rhessi’s mind boggled. Sunwalkers? Holding secret meetings? But suddenly she seized upon an opening. “Well, if they’re Sunwalkers, you should wait until your uncle Khorris gets back from the Isles and take him with you. They’ll want to meet him and know you have that family connection.”
“HE’S NOT MY UNCLE!” shouted Mishwe. “And I’m done waiting. Whatever, I’m done here. Do whatever you want. I’m going.”
As the tall and bulky Tauren exited the hut, Rhessi rubbed her temples. She was glad Tuan’le was outside skipping stones on the pond and wasn’t around to hear this yelling. That would be all she needed.
Rhessi picked up a scrap of parchment and a quill, beginning to furiously scribble a letter to her mate. “Khorris, she’s off to another meeting with that group she won’t tell me anything about. I’m really worried about this. She’s been at this for weeks. She won’t tell me anything about them other than they’re Sunwalkers. I tried to get her to wait until you got back and then ask you to come along but, you know how she gets. I think we need some help. I wish you were here, my Moon...”
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