Rena Hill had been practicing her lines when Gerran had said. She had been so very immersed in her study of them that she hadn’t heard anyone pass by, though of course many people had since gone by the wagon. Though adventure held a special place in her heart, chaos did not, and Rena was finding more and more that she didn’t quite like the mummers life they had found themselves a part of. Of course, when she’d spoken of it once Jorry had withheld her dinner for the night. Explaining in as kind a way as he was capable that it was simply a lesson to appreciate what they had given her. Of course, she could leave if she wanted but…
Well anyway, it seemed more and more a bother as time progressed. She had been practicing her lines when Meera had come in, joking about the ‘little one’s’ costume with the woman, Brelin, to be playing the twins’ guide in the play. “If only they were all so easy to adjust.” It had been the same as the last time she’d wondered aloud, and Rena had been unable to contain her irritation at being called the little one.
“I’m the oldest,” she informed both women before her, and Brelin only patted the child’s head lightly. “Ah, sweetling, you’ll be one of the greats,” she murmured, and Rena had the distinct feeling that the woman thought she was acting.
Meera certainly did as she held the costume out for the girl, and the women went back to their talk of preparing. As Rena changed she felt less and less enthusiastic over the night’s activities. By the time she was in the costume, and back to sitting on one of the cramped stools that served both as a prop and as a seat, she was glowering at nothing in particular.
Genna, and that was who she was to Gwyn as Gwyn hadn’t ‘left’ their identities behind. No, they were simply in hiding at the moment, like every good adventurer new to do when the need arose. That was why she had picked such a nice name as Rena and not a stupid name like Jenny. And her sister was certainly being all sorts of stupid lately wasn’t she!
She must have told the others that they weren’t twins. Why? Because she’d grown a bit in the past few months? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t noticed she had merely chosen not to say anything to her twin. But now…oh she shouldn’t go around telling the others they weren’t twins!
Not even holding open the small curtain to see the snow on the ground did anything to alleviate the child’s anger at the moment. All it did was remind her of how far they were from home, all because of Genna’s idea that they shouldn’t go there right away.
She turned at the noise of someone entering, and narrowed her eyes at her twin. “You shouldn’t go around telling them you’re older!” She exclaimed before she could really help it, and it was quite odd behavior as Gwyn was always the more calm and calculating of the two.
To emphasize her point the child moved over to her sister and knocked the masks to the floor, she hoped they would yell at her sister. “You aren’t older. I’m older, Jenny.” She held a hand up to her sister's head and moved it toward her, and not even the shaky way in which children gauge height was off enough to make her think they were the same height. No. Genna was definitely taller. "What have you done!"