Firestone Hot Springs With this knowledge he will fall

Had she not spoken his name, he knew not what he'd have done. Antagonize her, most likely, but given his previous irritation towards the disturbance she'd created, it was unclear. Never would he know, either, for the name spoken and the voice that'd come with it had struck some chord of recognition within him. Her features had soon morphed into a face that he knew, and then there before him stood his sister. A step back was taken, brows furrowing for a brief second before a shake of his head had wiped the expression away. "I thought you were someone else," he'd explained. Not a word, however, was said on how he'd forgotten his sister's face.

With a question thrown his way, it'd been easy to push past his mistake. "Nothing," was his response, blunt and joined by a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Why are you here? Doesn't seem like a place you'd visit." It wasn't overly bright and sunny, but shrouded by the steam from the pools. It just didn't seem like a scene she'd be caught dead in.