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Yalith was gone.
Dennys was certain of this. She wasn't tied to the hut; she was not under any obligation to return by a certain time or every day. But she wouldn't have stayed away, she wouldn't have hidden this long. There was no reason to.
If she wasn't here now, she never would be here. She was gone.
Dennys hadn't said anything about it. There was some fear in him that if he said something, it would make it more real than it actually was. He had waited in silence, hoping and praying that Yalith would turn up again, smiling, apologizing for making the twins worry so. But there was no good excuse, no sign of her, and Dennys knew he couldn't fight reality.
It was late and he couldn't sleep, so rather than lay in his hammock and toss and turn and twist all night, he got up as quietly as he could. Slipping shoes on, Dennys snuck out of the hut, arms crossed over his chest. The night wasn't cold, and he was dressed well, but he didn't know what else to do with his body.
He walked for a little while, not that long and not that far. But he needed to move. He needed to do something. It was dark outside except for the moon and stars. Dennys couldn't work in the garden, didn't want to sit and read. There was nothing he could put his mind or body to and it frustrated him.
He needed to relax. Flopping down onto the sand, Dennys sighed and shut his eyes. He tried to turn off his mind, to just let the sounds of nature around him flow through him. To let the stars speak to him. He hadn't heard them since they had arrived here, and neither had Yalith. But maybe, just maybe, they hadn't been trying hard enough, or not in the right way.
He really needed to listen to something reassuring right now.
Dennys was certain of this. She wasn't tied to the hut; she was not under any obligation to return by a certain time or every day. But she wouldn't have stayed away, she wouldn't have hidden this long. There was no reason to.
If she wasn't here now, she never would be here. She was gone.
Dennys hadn't said anything about it. There was some fear in him that if he said something, it would make it more real than it actually was. He had waited in silence, hoping and praying that Yalith would turn up again, smiling, apologizing for making the twins worry so. But there was no good excuse, no sign of her, and Dennys knew he couldn't fight reality.
It was late and he couldn't sleep, so rather than lay in his hammock and toss and turn and twist all night, he got up as quietly as he could. Slipping shoes on, Dennys snuck out of the hut, arms crossed over his chest. The night wasn't cold, and he was dressed well, but he didn't know what else to do with his body.
He walked for a little while, not that long and not that far. But he needed to move. He needed to do something. It was dark outside except for the moon and stars. Dennys couldn't work in the garden, didn't want to sit and read. There was nothing he could put his mind or body to and it frustrated him.
He needed to relax. Flopping down onto the sand, Dennys sighed and shut his eyes. He tried to turn off his mind, to just let the sounds of nature around him flow through him. To let the stars speak to him. He hadn't heard them since they had arrived here, and neither had Yalith. But maybe, just maybe, they hadn't been trying hard enough, or not in the right way.
He really needed to listen to something reassuring right now.