Twin cubs

The twin cubs, the women called the last two children of Njola. Always by each others side. Andri never hesitated to take Arindiis' hand. He felt it reassured her. Perhaps, it made her feel hopeful, despite a world so unloving. Little he was, but fierce was his heart. "Just wait until my beard is as big as uncle Frekarn's!" Andri had exclaimed in her company, to which only a faint smile curved her lips. That was enough. She said so little.

"Thank you.", "goodnight." "Andri." "Stay." Her eyes were so cold and gaunt, his were so warm and bright.
...And it was only to him she'd laugh. 

Every day he regretted the separation. Everyday he waited to see her again. His sister, who he wasn't sure would ever even return home.