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Nesta sat near the windowsill that outlooked down on the gardens below. She hated the feeling that rose up in her whenever she saw him and Elain planting small flowering plants. It had been going on for quite some time now; and by the Cauldron, she'd much rather prefer that idiot Lucien with her sister than him.

She knew precisely what feeling it was that she felt, but dared not label it. It meant actually acknowledging it and sparing it a thought and time.

Still, she was grateful and happy that her sister had started getting out more and showing more emotion. Not that she herself did. But that was different.

She heard them laugh again, probably over some other stupid thing, and felt that 'feeling' again. Mother above, it was her sister and yet- she suppressed a sigh.

She heard approaching footsteps, and returned to the book she was reading.

"Were your eyes on your sister, or the winged fool beside her?" came the haughty voice as Amren leaned above her to look out. She didn't allow the flame to rise to her cheeks;but didn't reply either.

"Why are you here?" She finally asked, after minutes of silence. Their relationship was like that-could be completely silent with neither of them saying anything, but comfortable at the same time-more towards friendship than she'd expected.

"Well, we're all going somewhere for dinner, so I wanted to let you know."

"Since when were you my informer?"

Amren raised a manicured brow, and said,"I'm no one's informer, girl, but I also wouldn't want you looking like a washed down dog that just rose up from the sewer." Amren gave an innocent smile and walked out. This time she couldn't help the heat that rose to her face as she glared at Amren's retreating figure.

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