The sound of crunching gravel sounded out, as Lucy rode up to their side. She smiled at the twins. “Well, we’re almost there,” she commented.
“Yes,” Reigna said, “we’re so excited! It’s high time we met our sisters. So,” she glanced out, “Vida, the eldest, is nearby. I can hardly wait to meet her!”
“Yes, but don’t you wish,” Eden said, “that Asmeret, Diella, Pina, Tivona and Adamina could also join us right away?”
“I sure do!”
“Don’t get your hopes up too high, now,” Lucy cautioned them. “Vida may not agree to join us—and we won’t be passing by where any of the others live on our journey to the palace.”
“She might not want to join us? I never thought of that,” Reigna said. “Why wouldn’t she?”
Lucy shrugged. “There’s no telling. She’s about ten years your senior, don’t forget. She may already have a family here. Truthfully, it’s some time since I last saw her.”
Reigna, astride a dapple-grey mare, patted the equine’s neck. “There, Breeze, that’s a good girl,” she said, calming it before turning Mara’s way. Then, “I can hardly wait to meet her!” she exclaimed.
Mara laughed. “Let’s set up camp. Tomorrow will be here soon enough.”
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