His words drone on, a buzzing in her head. It builds into a fog, a cotton sort of feeling clogging her brain. So this would be the way that she would meet her brother. It had been ages, longer then she had ever dreamed would pass since she last saw him. Obviously he had developed into quite the looker. A silent stone gazing into the distance, nothing left, nothing for her to revel in. Nothing to exchange sweet words of a bond that should have exsisted.
She had not been one sentiments, ,but as of late. Faced with the inexplicable lack of company, she found her heart yearning to once again reconnect with the family that she used to know. Never did she dream that she would be to late. Late she was though, for as distant as she had been so is her brother now. The lavander lady didn't even consider a flicker of a hope that he would remember her, much less mention her existance to others. From what his child is saying though, he must have. How else would he know that she was this ones sister.
Then as confirmation, her thoughts of past summer days romping with her siblings fades and his voice comes back into focus, hot salty breath clouding her nostrils. Aunty? Yes that was the word he used. So she had found her family, and they didn't seem to exist quite as she had expected. Well at least he had done a better job, then their mother had. Least this part of the family remained as such.
That was what was inportant, just as he stood proud on the hill, so did his legacy stand proud in front of her. Have you heard word from, or about our sister? As much as he discusted her, she would have to change her tune somewhat. Not that she wouldn't still be irritated with the idiot, but heritage is everything in the world that she knows, and he was of her blood. So at the very least she could not completely disregard him. Maybe, possibly she wouldn't bite him. Sorely tempted as she was.