how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
Do you remember being in an acorn? Not really, but that's hardly surprising - no organic creatures seem to remember their gestational process. "No, and I don't really remember after even though it wasn't that long ago. I think - uhh - eight or nine Flowerbirths?" That seems roughly right, but it's difficult with your hazy memory. "Our Dama - Rae - they 'rased our memories when we came her so we could be objective." You say this very matter-of-factly, still walking ahead of her with your arms outstretched. This absence of memory does not perturb you, because you can clearly understand why.
Melita's remarks about her sister are positive, but you don't miss the one key word: was. All at once your smile falters, brown eyes growing wide with the realization. Stopping in your tracks, you try very hard to keep from reaching out and wrapping her in your arms like you might Oia when she is having a difficult time.
Instead you take her hand again, if she will allow you to.
"Was?" you repeat softly, searching her face, your heart on your sleeve as you try not the imagine the devastation that would be losing your twin. "Is she... is she back in your world?"
Melita's remarks about her sister are positive, but you don't miss the one key word: was. All at once your smile falters, brown eyes growing wide with the realization. Stopping in your tracks, you try very hard to keep from reaching out and wrapping her in your arms like you might Oia when she is having a difficult time.
Instead you take her hand again, if she will allow you to.
"Was?" you repeat softly, searching her face, your heart on your sleeve as you try not the imagine the devastation that would be losing your twin. "Is she... is she back in your world?"
