When their eyes meet...a smile appears on their faces, because it doesn't matter how much he complains about getting up early, he still helps her make breakfast and clean the library, the two working like a perfect team.

When their eyes meet...a spark ignites, because these two friends are too stubborn to admit they love each other and prefer to race around the orchard, hiding their happiness with an argument about hooves versus wings.

When their eyes meet...all the anger disappears, because no matter how many times she burns the kitchen or ruins her fabrics, they still are and always will be the closest of sisters.

When their eyes meet...they don't see a different tribe, there are no hats and headbands, there´s no land to dispute, just a friendship that grew into something more.

When their eyes meet...as difficult as can be with those curious eyes, there´s laughter, because real friends don't care for a raincloud accidentally soaking a carrots stand, they just care they're both alright.

And when our eyes meet...I no longer see the nightmare, I no longer see resentment or jealousy or even guilt, I see my little sister back to my side, smiling at me; and I couldn't be happier.