Sarah saw Merlin tastefully laugh at that scene, even though he tried not to be noticed, perhaps fearing a punishment from his master. Eventually, she got infected, and they both found themselves having to hide behind the weapons table to avoid their laughter. Sarah thought that Merlin was handsome when he laughed.
"Well, you know how to get away with it, I have to admit that," he heard Arthur say, "you must have had a good weapons master in Tyrosh."
"Oh yes, the internet is a resourceful teacher," was Honey's bored reply, which made Sarah stiffen by the naturalness with which she had referred to something of their time.
"Internet? What a bizarre name, " said Arthur thoughtfully.
On hearing that answer, Sarah burst out laughing again, collapsing with her forehead against Merlin's shoulder. The boy joined her although not for the same reasons, after which he did something the girl would not have expected: he pushed her away from him a little and gently stroked her cheek as he continued to look at her with a smile, a slight blush stained his usually pale cheeks. "You look beautiful when you laugh," he said with a naturalness that left Sarah displaced for a few moments, but once she learned the meaning of those words she found herself blushing in turn, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
"You too, Merlin," he replied in a faint voice, almost incredulous of what was happening to her. He could still hear Arthur and Honey discussing something a few steps away from them, but they were muffled sounds, like a thousand miles away from that momentary corner of paradise in which she and the young wizard were locked up. She saw him approaching, and she did the same, anticipating the moment when she would taste those pink and fleshy lips that up to that moment had not even realized that she wanted to kiss. They were now so close that their breaths mixed in the small space that separated them.
"Hey you two, what the hell are you doing there?" Honey's voice invaded their little corner of paradise with the same violence of a sudden storm during the day of August, forcing them to separate in such a hurry that Merlin ended up banging his head against the edge of the table, hurting and spilling half of the weapons on the ground.
Sarah would have choked her sister with her own hands at that moment.
Honey
Arthur had decided to divide the tournament into rehearsals: hunting, archery, and sword fighting. The first test, that of hunting, was about to begin. To decide the winner would be the number of prey killed and their size a deer could not be worth as much as a pheasant.
Honey better secured the straps of his armor - leather, light, so as not to slow it down too much - and went on to check that his crossbow worked well and that he had a sufficient supply of darts. For the occasion, she had also decided to give vent to her creativity on make-up ... even if perhaps that was not a suitable way to define the war paintings that surrounded her eyes and then went down her cheeks as if they were tears. To do them he had used natural colors created with flowers and other substances.
"Are you sure the stuff you put on your face isn't toxic?" Sarah asked as she helped her tighten the back straps of her armor. Despite the slight disapproval of the fact that her sister always put herself in danger.
"And are you convinced that the 21st-century stuff isn't toxic just because they say it on TV?"
"This is not an answer."
"He didn't want to be!" Said Honey and then turned to her sister. He took her face in his hands and smiled at her «I can take care of myself, and I'm not stupid. Have a little faith in me, not being the usual woman of little faith, you always remind me of our mother more! ».
"But stop it!" Sarah admonished, patting her ear, and yet she was laughing.
In those days it seemed that things had changed a little for the better.
Sarah seemed to have become more tolerant of Honey, less clumsy, perhaps because she had seen the naturalness with which she could move in a time that was so far from theirs.
Honey, on the other hand, had begun to make her sister more involved in her life, her intentions, and her thoughts.
It was like they were somehow getting together. Lost in a place that everyone thought was just legend, they were finding the affection that had united them for years, before everything changed and the two of them took different paths.
"Well, wish me luck!" Said Honey before leaving the tent that had been set up for her in the colors of her supposed household: blue, black and a silver dragon drawn at the entrance.
to be continued https://zen.yandex.ru/media/id/5d9330a42fda86023a6cb900/two-twins-technology-and-witchcraft-part-20-5d94b35035ca3100b0e4dc31