Languishing the Night
The reeds outside swayed, swept by a breeze that I couldn't feel. The candles never wavered so it wasn't just me. The two mountains known locally as the Two Sisters stood high and dark against the star-filled night sky.
“Why do we still wait? It's dark enough.” Yoshe asked mopping his brow with a long sleeve already stained dark with sweat.
“Don't worry about it. Everything's accounted for.” Or at least I hoped it was.
“You keep your your plans too hidden. Sometimes I think that . . . “ Yoshe let the thought linger in the darkened air between us before changing the subject. “It's unusually hot, neh?”
I grunted in agreement. “The longer we wait, the more the night cools.”
A light winked into existence and flashed twice.
"Never mind, we're moving now." I said.
Yoshe rose to his feet and yawned. Joints popped in his arms and back as he stretched out. "Good, I was getting sleepy."
"Your blade never sleeps."
"My blade never sleeps," he agreed.
I snuffed out the candles and, embracing the night, we left.
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I don't know what they are waiting for, but with swords, I assume it is to do some killing or at least battling. The impatient one feels younger. I'm ready to see them have an adventure!
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