As they continued on the trail, suddenly Cornelia realized that after all of these years of feuding, it was going to take a Dragon to get these two to talk to each other again? Chuckling with that thought, she decided that she better start talking before Efem asked her what she was snickering about.
“This isn’t so bad,” she told Efem as they walked. “I mean, after all, you probably don’t even remember why you and Parsley are still squabbling.”
“That is not so,” retorted Efem, but as she said these words, she realized that all the time they had been walking she had been trying to remember what started the feud in the first place. Her and Parsley were once the best of friends, the closest two could be without actually being sisters. They grew up next to each other and did almost everything together. “When did it change?” she thought. She stayed silent - thinking, while Cornelia continued talking about the things they must do to find the young Wish Dragon. Silent and only slightly listening she mused on what was it that had come between her and Parsley.
Suddenly she noticed it was quiet and that Cornelia had stopped talking. She was just standing there staring at her. “Okay Cornelia. I will be on my best behavior. I know that seeing Parsley is for the best and that we need her help.” As they continued their journey, Efem decided that actually now she was wanting to see Parsley again after all of these years. Smiling, she thought it might just be time to apply a little of "Cornelia's honey" to the situation and do a little healing herself. Maybe it was time to swallow a little pride and put the past behind her. After all, everything tastes better with a little honey applied to it.
Cornelia only looked at her sister and worried about that smile. "Hmmm," she thought to herself and wondered why Efem was starting to glow?
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