The young Priestess sat quietly.
In her hands was a sea-green necklace.
Usually there would be a glow from it.
But now, it was dull and there was a crack.
The crack went right through the middle.
'Kilina, my little sister.'
'Stop it.'
The Priestess looked up and saw him.
'Brother, must you always scare people like that?'
There was a gentle laughter.
'You were too focused on the necklace.
I made sure to make myself known.'
'How is that young man, Kilina saved?'
'I heard he had woken up only to overwork himself.'
The wind blew gently across the water.
The Priestess looked up at the night sky.
'Why did Kilina want to save them?'
The brother stood and watched the fishes swim.
'I don't know. I really don't know, sister.'
