FEMALE HOLDING BARRACKS
Poysha stepped back from the window, her keen eyes trying to discern anything out of the ordinary in the darkness outside. She could see nothing unusual, nothing she didn't see on a normal basis. She felt the hand on her arm and she turned to look at the long blond hair of one of the youngest females in their group.
"Poysha… are you… are you certain they will come?" She asked.
Poysha took her hands. "My sister will not lie to me Cvea'Ortel. I promise you this." She answered.
