“Seta, do you ever still talk with your old mentor?” Sonya asked, casually. They were finishing up a training session early. It was Sonya’s 14th birthday today.
“Not really. He went back to his home town. We sent letters at first, but then we lost contact.” Seta began. “We were never really that close.”
“Really? Despite all the time you spent together?”
“He was very formal. You know, the others criticize me sometimes for being too casual with you. They were worried…” Seta stopped and paused.
“Worried about what?” They walked towards the doorway.
“It doesn’t matter.” Seta was blushing. It was the first time Sonya had seen him embarrassed. She blushed too when she realized what they were worried about.
They went their separate ways to bathe before dinner. When Sonya reached her room, she was still red-cheeked. Seta was over ten years older than her. The entire idea of him… and her. It was ridiculous. That was why he had been embarrassed. Her eyes were watering and a dull ache weighed down her chest. What was most ridiculous of all was that she had much bigger things to worry about than the absurd crush she had on her mentor.
It had been four years since she’d come here. It was time she showed some initiative and found out what had happened to her country, the one that she had been born to protect. She had planned to go when everyone was sleeping, but if she stayed here then she’d only be miserable. She looked in the mirror and summoned a black cloak, darkened her brown hair and made small changes to her face that made her look older.
Sonya looked at her watch. She had an hour before it was time for dinner. That meant she had just less than five hours on Earth.