Day Nineteen
Prompt: Blissful
"Pell, can I wear your grey striped t-shirt?" Vega held up the shirt to her body and gave the outfit a critical look in the mirror.
Capella waved her hand dismissively towards her sister. "Of course, you can wear whatever you want." She was looking through her clothes hanging in the little wardrobe in their dorm. "Are you sitting with Terry today during the task?"
"He asked me to, is that okay?" Vega pulled the shirt over her head and examined herself in the mirror.
"I'd be mad at you if you turned him down," Capella said with a laugh. She pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and did a little shimmy to smooth them over her hips. "Besides, George asked me to sit with him and Fred." She pulled her hair out of the loose braid she had done earlier that day. "I can't believe this is the last task of the tournament." She ran her fingers through her hair. "George is still sad he couldn't fool that age line." She pulled a long maroon t-shirt off a hanger and put it on. "I'm secretly glad he couldn't enter the tournament."
"The tasks have been pretty intense," Vega said.
"I would have been terrified if he had faced a dragon," Capella said with a little smile.
"I'm so glad you two are together again," Vega said, watching her sister absentmindedly twirling her hair around her fingers. "Last summer was difficult. You were so sad and I didn't know how to help you. You're my baby sister and I wanted you to be happy."
Capella let out a little snort. "I'm not your baby sister." She laughed as Vega rolled her eyes. "You're three and a half minutes older than me. That's not nearly enough to call me your baby sister." She tried to give Vega a stern look but she couldn't keep a straight face.
"Okay, you're my sister," Vega corrected. "I want you to be happy, always. And now, not only are you happy, you're practically blissful."