It was the morning two days after Dahlea and Zaria’s argument. Things had settled down, but the atmosphere was still very cold between the two women. Rey thought it was a strange way of fighting. They didn’t stop speaking to each other, but every word was clipped and spat out, like the speaker would rather do anything than that. Most of it was from Zaria, who was rightfully the offended party, as Dahlea constantly kept trying to convince her to go to the Appointment. That morning they were sitting in the living room, having breakfast on their laps. Just as Dahlea opened her mouth to speak, Rey cut in quickly, not wanting to have another argument while she was digesting her food. It was a fine morning – the sun was out and it was pleasantly warm, and every now and then a gentle breeze blew

