"Elyssa!" an urgent whisper jerked the little girl awake, wide-eyed.
"Elyssa, we have to get up. The sky is starting to get light." Blond hair tousled, small hands the color of honey clutching a dilapidated rag doll, Elyssa's short legs kicked from underneath the thin blanket. There was a faint rustling as she tumbled upright next to the small straw pallet on the floor.
A bundle of dark hair lay like a tangled shadow on the pallet just above the blanket. A thin knee poked out from beneath the blanket where Elyssa had kicked it aside. The youth who'd called Elyssa poked his finger through the hair and wiggled it until he found skin. The knee jerked a little, and stilled. He did it again, harder, and the hair tossed up, revealing dark eyelashes and a pout.
"You too, Ruby!" he whispered, a little louder this time.
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