Golden Glade The Battle Is Won

"I think it's a good thing. Obia is my brother." Atleast Shalon hoped it was present, she didn't know his wereabouts, but she figured she would know if he had died. Wouldn't she? She would feel something if he passed on from the world. "I hope you don't mind me saying so." She grinned at him, "You don't particularily look like him, but you could be his twin in personality. I swear." Shalon shook her head, "I wasn't sure when I first met you, but I can see it know. In the way you lead and the way you dream for the future." She looked away from the male, "Perhaps one day I will be able to call you a brother." She subtly spoke of a closeness she craved and missed dearly, and hoped that Charley might be able to help her regain such a relationship in some minuet form. Although she glanced at the male, wondering what his reaction might be, and she hoped she hadn't overstepped.