Nurida purchased a stack of new parchment and a bottle of ink. She handed them to her servant to be carried when she heard an unpleasant voice behind her.
“You’re supposed to bargain, not just take it at his first price.”
She turned around to see her third-oldest sister, Ressora, who was at least eight seasons older than she, if not more. “Then you can bargain next time I get paper,” Nurida replied.
“I have better things to do than haggle over paper,” Ressora retorted arrogantly.
“Then go do them and let me enjoy myself,” Nurida suggested coldly.
Ressora’s icy blue eyes locked with Nurida’s emerald green. Galledor, Kiarna, Asherad, and Orlian, her four oldest siblings, never saw Nurida’s anger because they never provoked it. Her three youngest siblings—Beshinor, Ressora, and Lochuran—sometimes witnessed Nurida’s hidden fire. Ressora especially. Ressora was something of a bully and very arrogant, traits that provoked Nurida, yet she did not hate her sister.
“I don’t suppose you’ve heard about what’s been happening, have you?” Ressora asked finally.
“What do you mean?” Nurida asked coolly.
“Clearly not,” Ressora smirked. “Never mind.” And she disappeared into the market.