how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
"You have a sister?" You ask, curious about this side of your new friend, that you have something in common .You take the lead this time, missing whatever pain may have crossed her face at the question, your arms outstretched as you walk. "Mine is my twin- her name's Oia'i'o. We were incubated in an acorn so we didn't really have a Ma or a Da like most people but we have each other so it's okay, y'know?"
Spinning back around you smile brightly, walking backwards as you look at your new friend. "What's your sister like?" you wonder, still blissfully unaware that you're picking at a wound.
Spinning back around you smile brightly, walking backwards as you look at your new friend. "What's your sister like?" you wonder, still blissfully unaware that you're picking at a wound.
