For a girl who is so in love with the world, there is still nothing she loves more than her brother.
She loves all of her sisters (from damaged Adna to fierce Sabbath to sweet Linnea), but there is something special about having a twin, and she will always feel connected with him because of it. He, even more than her parents, is her center of gravity—and she knows that her mother understands. Her mother who holds her relationship with own twin so dearly; she surely understands the vitalness of the bond.
Still, Larke does her best to give Chronos his space. He is more independent than she is—more wild and headstrong and she doesn’t want to hold him back just because she is too shy to throw herself out into the wild yonder. She prefers to keep to herself, to wander the land of Tephra, admiring the smattering of flowers where once there was only ash. She would not make him resign himself to such boring things.
But she hunts him out today.
She walks quietly throughout the land, noting how so much of it has begun to heal, until she sees him. Her sage green eyes light up and her mouth tips upward delicately in the corner as she approaches him. “Brother,” her voice is just above a whisper, as soothing and quiet as undisturbed waters. For a second, she lets her cheek rest against him, careful to not let the beginning spiral of her horn (as black and as opaque as the rest of her) touch him. When she draws back, she searches his features for a moment.
“Where have you been? I have missed you so.”
She can only imagine the adventures that he’s had—the stories that he must have waiting for her.
as the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet
@[Chronos]