The Fields

Lucille sighed, staring up at the sky as she sat down on the ground and ran
her hand along the thick dirt beneath everything. Slowly, she closed her eyes and ran a
gentle hand through her hair, humming a small hymn. Quietly, she fell into a deep sleep.

Vanity skipped through the fields, swerving her head slightly. She stopped slightly,
hearing someone else. She puckered her lips, trying to find where the other person was.

By now, Lucille figured she wasn't alone. In her dreams she saw an image if
her brother running toward her, picking her up by her hips and swinging her around in his
arms in reunion. Her eyes spread open, picking her head up to look around, "Aca-" her
voice trailed off as she saw the girl, her smile fading as she scowled. Great, exactly
who I wanted to see....

Vanity's ear perked and turned around quickly facing the girl. She didn't look straight
at her but he gaze was settled somewhere past her. "Who's there?" she turned slightly,
trying to pin point exactly where the girl was.

Right in front of you, what are you, blind? Then, it struck her and
she laughed to herself, slowly circuling her as she smiled, taking slow, quiet steps. Her
bag of letters followed her hips, striding around her. "Who are you?" She asked narrowing
her eyes.

Vanity followed her gaze every step that the girl took. "Vanity," she said slowly. "And
you?" she cocked her head slightly, reaching behind her very slowly for her dagger.

Like I'd let you... Lucille took a tight grip to the girls wandering
hand for her dagger, her sharp teeth poking out from her lips. "I don't bite... hard." She
laughed, looking at her wrist. "My name is none of your concern."

Vanity dropped his hand and let it hang at her side. She was acting like she could
actually see the girl, so she didn't look at all like a hopeless person who couldn't fend
for herself. "I want your name," she scoffed.

"Well, since you put it that way..." she sighed looking down, bringing her
gaze up to Vanity. "How about no?" She spat, eyeing the girl with daggers. "I don't like
you, you wont know my name."

Vanity chuckled, thinking nothing of the girls' attitude. "Someone's on their time of
month, huh?" she rolled her eyes. "It's just your name," she shrugged.

Lucille growled, "And how would you know, I'm always like this!"
She shook her head. "Your not worth the time anyway.." she threw the dagger into the
ground a few yards away. "If you want my name, you'll have to earn it. But i'llnbelieve
that when you can use your eyes."

Vanity stood there silent. The corners of her mouth sliding downward into a frown. Her
jaw tightened, suddenly angry. She narrowed, looking no where in specific but looking
right through the girl. "Because I'm blind, you think I'm incapable of things," she
growled.

Lucille's devilish smile turned into  a meek, careless and serious face.
"Of course not, only idiots would believe that." She spoke, turning her head to look away,
continuing to smile.

  Aris tried to glare at her but it was no help that she couldn't pin
point exactly where she was. Aris' jaw clenched annoyed by the way the girl was talking to
her. Is she mocking me? Aris couldn't tell what the girl was trying to do. "All I want is
your name. It's not like I can do anything with it," she shrugged trying to look more
gently and kin, which her small figure and gentle atmosphere did help with.