“What?” Obsi pouted.
“The look on your face,” her sister replied with a snicker. “Trust me Obs, it’s not that hard.” Obsi glared at Dally which made her laugh again. “Honestly! It’s like a clock. The storm is one of the hands that goes around the clock. We have to be like mice and not get bonged by the storm while defeating the temple guards and guardians. And other teams.”
Obsi rolled her eyes. “Oh is that all?”
Dally let out an exasperated sigh. “I know it sounds complicated…”
“And it is.”
“BUT once we get in there it won’t be as hard as it sounds.”
“You said that about Atlas, too.”
“And was I right?” Dally asked, crossing her arms in front of her and flipping her burgundy pony tail from one shoulder to the other.
Obsi pursed her lips, refusing to verbally admit Dally was right.
Dally chuckled. “I thought so. Now, do you want to stand there and pout or do you want to take a ride on Axi with me?” she asked with a wicked wink.
Obsi stood up very straight. “I’m not pouting.”
Dally hugged her sister. “Then let’s go!”