Ironhollow 6

The Castrillis stared at the Porters. 

The Porters stared back. Finally, Paisley broke the silence.  Gesturing to the younger sister, Paisley said, "Poppy, right? Here, I'll show you where to put your bags." She led Poppy down the hall to the two vacant rooms. 

Arden stared at her feet. Then, lifting her head resolutely, she suggested, "Um, I can show you where you'll be staying, uh, if you want." 

Victoria nodded silently. 

She led Victoria down the hall, in the direction their sisters had gone. 

Two doors stood side by side at the end of the hall, and judging by the sound of muffled conversation coming from the left door,  Arden opened the right door. 

She had not had a chance to look inside before, and she glanced around briefly before making way for Victoria to squeeze by, her suitcases knocking against her legs.

"I guess the only 'rules' are basic privacy. And, you know, staying out of each other's rooms and stuff..." 

Victoria nodded. "Thank you, Miss Porter." 

To Arden, her voice sounded as if from Norshire, the neighboring island to Amira. To us it would have sounded french.

"Oh, you can call me Arden."