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That night as she readied herself for bed, her younger sister Janna burst forth into Alayna’s rooms, dressed in her nightgown and robe. On the cusp of becoming a woman herself, the younger Tyrell girl flung herself into her sister’s arms and began to wail. “Don’t go! Don’t go! You can’t leave me here alone! Please stay!” The girl pleaded. A small, sad smile pulled at Alayna’s lips as her jade green eyes began to water. She clutched Janna tightly to her and stroked the girl’s mousey brown ringlets in a comforting manner. She struggled to find the right words to assure the young girl nearly six-and-ten but found very little that might help, “There, there, little sister. I won’t be gone long. You’ll barely have time to miss me.” “Don’t lie to me.” Janna snapped, pushing herself away from her sister as her emotions swung from hysterically sad to anger so quickly Alayna was sure her head would start spinning. Janna wrapped her arms around herself protectively, “Don’t lie to me like mother and father. I want to know the truth.” Alayna sighed as she made her way over to bed and took a set on the mattress. Looking up at her sister, she patted the spot next to her, “Sit.” Janna glowered over at her but didn’t require any more encouragement to join Alayna on the bed. The girl sat and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her thighs and ankles as she waited for her older sister to speak. “Janna, you know what it means when a woman get’s her first moon blood,

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