On the Brink

It was inconsiderately early when Afena knocked on Irimena's door. The girl had to apply every ounce of will, which was a considerable fact now that she knew how to manage it more expertly, to shake herself awake. Afena had to knock two more times when Irimena finally opened the door.

The girl's mood was nasty, her dreams had been bad, and they'd included Afena. "What?" she asked curtly.

"I'm sorry," Afena apologized knowing that it was a vexing time to be calling, and that Irimena must have been struggling with whatever it was that was happening to her. "But Krenen has plans for today, and I wanted to speak with you before he got up."

Her usual good nature was still there, however, and still prevailed, so Irimena nodded and stepped aside for Afena to come in. Door closed, she sat on a chair. Irimena let herself fall, sitting, on the bed.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a rest day?" asked the girl.

"You know Krenen has ideas about what a rest day is."