"I can't believe it," Sha'rel says, twirling in the current. "They actually listened to me!"
Erenai, however, looks as if she's aged another ten years overnight. She massages her temples, her glow faint and uneven. "This is, without question, the most stressful day of my life," she mutters. "I'm already old, Sha'rel, but you keep finding new ways to wear me down."
Sha'rel stops twirling to face her sister, her expression softening into playful concern. "Oh, big sister, don't be so dramatic. You're only a hundred years old. You still have fifty years left to enjoy your retirement."
Erenai stares at her, her jaw slack. "Only a hundred? Fifty years left? Do you hear yourself?" She exhales sharply, shaking her head. "Honestly, I don't know what's more exhausting—convincing the elders or dealing with you."
Sha'rel grins. "You're just grumpy because you didn't have faith in me."