Salaa came out. "Hello. Are you an elf?"
Salaa looked up at him with big eyes. "I'm Salaa and my sister is in the closet. Her name is Amana."
Salaa shook it with a giggle. You're so nice, Aidar observe inside her head.
Salaa turned to him. "Thank you." She tugged her sister from the closet. "Come on, Mana."
Amana stared coldly at them. Salaa nudged her, then turned to the others. "We ran away," she told them.
Amana ignored him, so Salaa spoke. "Mom sold us to a bunch of people who gave us superpowers and friends, and then Mana helped me get away because my friend was going crazy and trying to kill everybody."
Amana scoffed at him. "You do? Do you know how it feels to be sold to perverts and assholes and have a fucking death spirit inserted into your head? Do you?"
Amana rolled her eyes. "I have a fucking spirit in my head fighting for control."
Amana snorted and turned away. Salaa looked at the elf man. "Sorry about Amana," she said. "She's just crabby."
Salaa shook her head. "No. The storm stopped us. We were just trying to get away as fast as we could."
Salaa titled her head. "What are you talking about?" Her hands lit up, shining patterns on the ceiling.
"Well, yeah," Salaa looked at him. "My hands can give off heat and light."
Salaa started to follow, but Amana pulled her back. "What are you doing?" She hissed.
Amana scowled. Salaa grabbed her sister's hand and followed the elf.
He walked through the cabin to a carpet. He then turned towards the girls and knelt over the carpet. "What I'm about to show you is magical," he said looking at Salaa. Then he pulled the carpet away to reveal a trap door. He pulled it open and climbed down the ladder. Lifting one hand above the floor to motion for them to follow.
Salaa followed. Aidar grumbled. I'm bored. You're always bored, Salaa said.