The Twins In The Cabin{Open}

Aneira hummed quietly to herself as her hand made sweeping motions, a pencil held in her hand. Her knees were drawn partially to her chest, her sketchpad resting on her thighs as she drew. A half-finished rose stared up at her as she continued adding petals to the thorny flower. The girl was wearing her usual assemble of a skirt and white button down shirt, knee high socks encasing her slender legs. A rustle drew her attention and she glanced over at her twin who was reading beside her. They always did this, the only time they were ever in separate beds was when it was time for bed.

Alastair, feeling eyes on him, glanced around. He caught his sisters eye and gave her an inquiring look. She just shook her head to signal it was nothing and went back to her drawings. The older of the two continued to gaze at his sister, wondering if it was just nothing. This wasn't unusual behavior for him; he always over-reacted when it came to his sister. Eventually, after he stared at her for a few moments he went back to his book, swiping his bangs out of his eyes in order to see better.

The twins glanced over in surprise as the door to their cabin slammed open and Jenny stormed in. They watched the scene that ensued and winced at the high-pitched scream she released before collapsing onto her bunk. The twins glanced at each other before Aneira made to climb off the bed. A hand on her forearm stalled her and she glanced inquiringly at Alastair, who gave her a warning look. Don’t get involved. His eyes said, you might make it worse. Aneira gave a stubborn shake of her head before scrambling the rest of the way off the bunk. She approached Jenny as one might approach a frightened animal, slowly. Once she reached the distraught girls side she gently placed a hand on her half-sisters shoulder. “J-Jenny?” She squeaked out, body tense to flee if the girl grew angry at her for coming over.

Aneira fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, biting her lip nervously. “Are…A-Are you ok?” She asked before mentally face-palming herself. Of course she wasn’t alright! Anyone that wasn’t blind could see that. The girl stood there awkwardly. Why was it so difficult for her to talk to people? Wait, Alastair was good at comforting her, maybe he could help? She shot her twin a pleading look which in return he shot her look saying he thought she was crazy to even consider him comforting a female and a distraught one at that. He valued his life thank you very much.