“Goodness its dark in here.”
“Not to me, not anymore.”
She knew there was no point in explaining that her eyes were big enough, that they saw more, so she let the silence drag. The walk was very short, but as her companion was far behind she went slowly. She listened as the girl inhaled as if to begin quite the conservation only to stop as if she was no longer sure how to make the words come out right. Finally, the girl found her voice.
“I did not mean to offend you,” the girl began wondering what could seem human and still be able to see clearly down here no matter how long they had lived in this way, “it’s well I just…let’s start over? I’m Llana of Tralia, and…” When there was no immediate response Llana feared that she had lost the other girl who had been almost completely silent on their descent.
“Odella.”
It was then that the two reached their destination. A hole through the high rock ceiling allowed an orange-red orb to shine through the hall. Llana blinked fiercely in the sudden glow as the room started to appear out of the shadows. It was comfortable without being overly lavish even with the many fine things the room held. Perhaps the most outstanding piece was the mirror, which encompassed more than half of the stone wall that held it. In the mirror Llana caught her reflection. A girl of normal height and build with hair that fell to her shoulders in thick strands of sun gilded brown. However it was not her mussed appearance or her wide amber eyes that caught her attention, it was the girl standing behind her. The girl, if you could call her a girl, was not just named Odella. She was Odella.
Llana inhaled sharply and spun on her heel as if Odella might disappear. “This is not where you are from.” Llana hoped that she had not given too much away, but she had to know for sure.
“No, but sometimes I come here, and you ought to be glad I do or you would still be very lost. Now enough.” Odella smiled as the girl was caught confused and unsure, but she had seen the recognition in the girl’s eyes. It had been a long while since anyone on this side had cared to notice, and Odella stood at the edge of truth. “You must now continue on your way, and I mine,” the woman said tersely gesturing towards the dimly lit path to her her right, “you have my best wishes.” And with those words Odella turned to leave.
Llana however stood rooted to the ground, she had never before received such a dismissal. Had been so sure it was a sign. Then without giving it the thought it deserved she replied, “ I am so sorry to impede you on your way, and thank you very much, but I am not leaving. Not without answers.” These last words dripped with a disdain that was not lost on Odella.
“I would get real comfortable then because answers don’t often make it this far,” Odella offered over her shoulder taking the downward slanting path to the left.
Out of the quite sounds came a small and rather uncertain voice from the top of the path, “Where are your chains?”
If Odella hadn’t been dragging her feet she would have been too far away to hear the girl, but as it was the words hit her square between her shoulders connecting her Llana. It was too late to walk away now Odella finally admitted to herself as she walked back to the room with the mirror. The girl stood facing the path to the right shoulders slumped.
“I am wearing them,” she held out her right arm in such away that the sleeve fell back exposing her wrist and a flash of pale metal in the light, “and where child are yours,” she answered.
“I am no child…and I have no chains,” Llana looked confused as she turned to once again face Odella and sounded offended as she barely suppressed a scoff.
“I thought you sought truth girl?” As her words hung in the space between the two Odella sat down. Llana, however, showed no interest in sitting calmly and discussing what she considered utter nonsense. Though she stared unabashed at the wrist and neck bands that she could see spark in the low light.
“They make no noise…are they light then,” Llana asked hopefully suddenly meeting Odella’s piercing gaze.
While she knew that the girl could not help but be curious this was a conversation she wanted no part in, and as her anger got the better of Odella struck back with a question of her own. “Why would the chains have to be heavy to be heard or better yet light to go unnoticed?”
Llana sat suddenly open-mouthed so much sting had been in the words she felt as if she had been struck. Dumbfounded she lowered her eyes to her lap. “I…”
Odella cut her off before she could even begin. “Rest. We start tonight and believe me you are not ready.”