I don’t really have a choice, do I? Chel took a moment to stare at the cold surface of the door that locked her inside. She sighed and turned around to see just what kind of place she had been imprisoned in and was immediately met by a pair of inquisitive eyes.
“Hello?” Chel smiled. It was another Sairah, a very young one. Chel couldn’t really tell if it was a girl or a boy, but assumed it was a girl, even reminding herself of what she knew of Sairah. The girl had a round cherub like face framed with wild golden hair. Her features were very soft and she could not be more than five or six years old by Chel’s judging. The girl’s curious expression shifted to one of concern and she withdrew slightly around the corner. She seemed aware that Chel was studying her and did not like it.
