MIRIAM
"Terra," I whispered.
"You're late!" she accused, but her eyes were sparkling with mischief and affection.
I laughed, remembering our old routine. Back then, Terra would sneak into my room every night after evening prayers and sneak out before dawn. She had never liked the girl she was forced to share a bunk with after I left.
"I used to cover the distance from the dormitories to this place in ten minutes back then," she said, breathing heavily as she dropped onto the bed beside me. "Now I do it in thirty. I'm old, my friend. In case you haven't noticed."
"A few grey hairs don't qualify as old, Terra," I laughed, lying down beside her. "Those human men would go crazy if they ever saw you and your curves."
The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I immediately regret
