"Are you alright?"

I didn't have to turn my head to know that it was my older sister who had spoken.

"No, not really," I spoke softly from where I laid next to her, the two of us sharing a bed just as when we were young babes still suckling on our mother's tits.

"Something's going to happen soon, isn't it?" she whispered, seeking out my hand and grasping it tightly in hers.

I hummed out a response, wrapping an arm around Ciri, myCiri, my beloved older sister, with her loose blonde curls and soft spoken, loving personality.

I found myself softly humming our special lullaby- the one that mama would sing us to sleep with.

"What do you remember most?" she asked me, near sleep herself.

A small smile came across my face.

"Mama's hair ribbon," I murmured softly before sleep took me.