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I’ve got another short serial for you guys: the story of Kinda and Kaye when they were only seven summers old! Kaye is just starting priestess training and Kindra has decided to be a warrior. Plus, it has Fennec ❤ He’s one of my favorite characters to write – it’s a shame he’s already dead in all of the actual books. And let me apologize in advance for the head-hopping. I used to write in 3rd omniscient.
“I’ve got a secret! I’ve got a secret!” Kindra skipped into the tent where her sister sat braiding feathers and flowers into her hair. They were identical twins, seven summers old, with the same hazel eyes and wavy golden hair. The only difference between them was their attire – Kaye wore a light summer dress while Kindra wore an oversized tunic and slacks that were tied around her skinny waist to keep them up. Kindra’s long hair was also a mess of knots and curls, while Kaye’s was brushed and plaited with her pretty little vanities.
Kaye broke into a wide grin at the sight of her sister and the promise of a secret. “What is it? Tell me please!”
Kindra stood over her for a moment, her hands planted firmly on her hips, a haughty smirk playing on her lips. “I’m going to be a warrior. Dad’s going to teach me.”
A giggle bubbled up in Kaye’s throat, and soon she was laughing hard as tears began to stream down her face. Kindra was hurt. “What’s funny?”
“You can’t be a warrior.” Kaye gasped through her merriment, “You’re a girl.”
“Soooooo, only boys are warriors.”
Kindra frowned – that did present a problem. But there was a simple enough solution to that. “Then I’ll become a boy.”
“But then I will have to be a boy, because we are twins. I don’t want to be an icky boy… or a warrior.”
This posed yet another problem that Kindra was quick to fix. “Eoin and Trina are twins, and they are a boy and a girl.”
That was a truth Kaye couldn’t argue with. “Ok,” she relented, “let’s make you a boy then.” She chewed her lip for a moment as she tried to figure out how to do such a thing. Kindra was already in boy clothes, and she was already stained with dirt like a boy, so it seemed to Kaye there was only one thing left to do. “We need to cut your hair.”
There were no questions asked – Kindra trusted her sister’s judgment and got a sharp knife before plopping herself down on the dirt floor at Kaye’s feet. Kaye held out a handful of hair and ran the knife across the taunt strands. They fell from her palm like wisps of gold and her eyes welled with tears at the sight of all that beautiful golden hair falling down onto the dusty floor, making her sister into someone different for the first time. With effort, she grabbed another handful, cutting unevenly without meaning to, until she was finished and her sister was left with a head full of short curls.
As Kindra turned and they faced each other, Kaye gave a smile that could not hide her thoughts. “Well… you look like an ugly boy now,” she said and gave Kindra a hug so she wouldn’t see her tears. It was the first cut that separated them from each other, and Kaye already regretted being the one to hold the knife.
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