Nadia paced the room, back and forth. Back and forth. Zamarah watched her, lost in the trance of her movements. Nadia slowed, looking at her sister. “What are you doing?” As if just waking up, Zamarah looked up at her. “Huh?” She replied. “Oh never mind. This is getting ridiculous. When is he going to call me back?” Nadia said as she began pacing the floor again. Zamarah looked at her confused, but that is her usual look so it’s hard to tell. “Who?” Nadia stops and stares hard at her companion. Shaking her head she continues on her repetitive path. Finally, exhausted with her anger, she flopped to the bottom of her bed. Disgusted. “Who” Zamarah repeated. Looking down at her hands, feeling her age seep into her bones. “An ancient witch. Someone that can help us find our sister.” She told he
