how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
"What're you sorry about?" you asked her, curious, your smile and voice warm and open, sunny to a fault. As she takes the lead once again you follow obediently, this time holding tight to her hand, carefully keeping up with her pace as you take another form, deeper into the maze.
She reminds you of Oia, a little, with her passion and intrepid curiosity (and the high probability she will leave you behind). So you say as much - "You remind me of my sister!" Following her through the winding boughs, you feel a similar sort of comfort and ease as you would if the footsteps you pursued were your twins. "She likes to explore, to, an' she's not afraid of anythin', an' she's a lot faster than me so I get left behind a lot."
She reminds you of Oia, a little, with her passion and intrepid curiosity (and the high probability she will leave you behind). So you say as much - "You remind me of my sister!" Following her through the winding boughs, you feel a similar sort of comfort and ease as you would if the footsteps you pursued were your twins. "She likes to explore, to, an' she's not afraid of anythin', an' she's a lot faster than me so I get left behind a lot."
