"Honey? Honey wake up, damn it! ».
Her sister's voice calling her and her hands shaking her gave her an annoying feeling of déjà vu, only this time she was pretty sure she had a pillow under her head instead of dry leaves and dirt. "Go yourself and let me sleep" it was not his habit to address that way to his sister so much, but after having spent most of the night in a medieval tavern, drinking cider with knights and people of all kinds, gone to that country was most likely his sense of decency.
She heard the steps of her sister walking away and was relieved to be able to enjoy some more rest, yet she had just crouched more comfortably against the feather pillow when a cascade of water hit her in full making her jump. "Damn Sarah, have you gone out of your mind?" He shouted as he sat down on the soaked sheets, just like his clothes.
Sarah pointed an accusing finger at her "You're in bed dressed all over, you haven't even taken off your boots and you smell like a cellar. What the hell did you do last night? "
There were moments of silence in which Honey merely stared at the other with an incredulous expression. "You have to find a boyfriend," he said finally, "Or a puppy, or ... anything else you can torment to divert your maniacal attention from me." For the Sarah gods, you are not my nurse! "
"When you stop behaving like a child, maybe I'll stop nursing you. You were at the tavern yesterday, didn't you? I recognize when you're drunk, at home I did nothing but cover up when it happened. "
Honey snorted a laugh "the last time it happened a century ago. Or rather, it has yet to happen. "
"Yeah," Sarah murmured, sitting on a dry bed corner "Do you think of us at home? In our time? "
Honey nodded to that question "Continuously, even if sometimes it seems all too easy to forget what time destiny has designated us for."
"It's the same thing for me. I happen to think at home, but I don't miss it as it should, perhaps because what we are experiencing is so incredible that it almost seems like a dream".
"Well, maybe after so many years we've found something that unites us again."
At that point, Sarah reached out and placed it on hers in a sign of affection. "You should dry yourself," he said after a while.
"After" was the laconic answer from Honey.
"What were you doing in the tavern?"
"Drinking competition with Gwaine. I won".
Sarah chuckled would have liked to make another lecture to her sister for that unhealthy habit of hers, but she preferred not to spoil the moment "And what did you bet?"
When Honey answered the question she saw her sister whiten and could not suppress a laugh.
"And what would you have done if he won?" Asked Sarah incredulously.
"I made sure he didn't win, I put some drugs in the mug, but even so the boy showed a good resistance" at that point he knew that there was no hope of saving himself from yet another reproach of his sister. The hardest thing was to convince her that she had never used that stuff, but that she only used it to make muffins for Tom the Brucaliffo.
In the end, Sarah managed to get her promise that when - and if - they returned home she would stop doing those stupid things that were likely to get her into serious trouble. To tell the truth, it wasn't too tragic to promise, if he did what he was doing, he was often and willingly to try the - albeit minimal - the thrill of adventure in a world whose chances didn't satisfy her enough.
But now things were different, she was in Camelot and was about to participate in a tournament.
More than a thrill of the adventure that he would have felt in that case.
to be continued https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d9330a42fda86023a6cb900/two-twins-technology-and-witchcraft-part-17-5d94ab061ee34f00ad9b4a1c
