TONGUE-TIED THAT MUCH?

Emma felt a drop of a cold liquid on her face, then another, until it was dripping. A bit confused, she opened her eyes tiredly and took in her surroundings. It was dark already. Night fall then. She thought, as she did a rewind of the activities of the day, and how come she was outside by this time, sleeping on a bench, under a tree.

She jerked up her head from its reclining position on the bark of tree, as the memories infused her back to a thoroughly conscious state. They had slept off, after a long discussion on family and friends.

She had learnt that Damon and Daniel were Lily's twin elder brothers. Their parents were dead. Lily hadn't said anything regarding that. She had skipped the issue to how they had met Prescott. They had found the squirrel wounded in the forest when they had gone to look for a particular herb that had been suggested by their grandmother. While there, they had heard the animal talk, or rather curse at certain turn of events. They had communicated with it t