Swiftcurrent Creek grey eyes gleaming

their father was something she tried not to think about anyway, trying to put him in her past as well. of course  her brow furrows, lip protruding in a kind of pout.

you're too good to be him, ali.  she fails to meet his gaze.  it was true that she harbored conflicted feelings towards her brother.  maybe their father deserved punishment, but death?

no, no.  it's over.  it's done.  nothing like a second chance, she says, the first hints of happiness pouring through her voice.  tell me about your group.