It was quiet in their home tonight. The authorities had ordered an electrical outage. It was hot in the hovel they called home. Bertie sat in a far corner of the room using a flashlight to shuffle through the pile of cards they had found last month. There was a few with creatures and stats on them. Her sister Candle had guessed it was for some sort of game. Bertie didn’t care but the yellow creature with a sharp tail and red cheeks amused her. She thought he was cute. There was also a lenticular card of a man playing baseball. She shifted the card left and right in the light, watching his muscles swing the bat back and forth. It was wizard technology as far as she could tell.
Candle sat across the room sewing a shirt that Bertie had ripped accidentally last weekend. What would she do without her sister? Candle started humming a song. It made Bertie look up from her cards.
“What is that?”

Candle smiled, “Rosette. Galvin taught me it.”
Galvin. This guy who started coming around. Bertie didn’t like him but Candle did. And she tried to give her sister all the grace when it came to boys. She always had a soft spot for them. Bertie didn’t care at all. She dreamed of telescopes, space shuttles, and animals with large sharp teeth. She looked at her sister sewing. One day Candle would get pregnant with one of these boys. She knew things would change then. But for now, it was the two of them, as it had always been. Bertie put the cards down, went over to her sister moving the sewing gear away. She rested her head on Candles shoulder embracing her.
“Rosette you say…. It’s nice Candle. Sing it to me please.”