Honeyed Pasture quoth the raven "swag galore" freestyle rapping at my door

Satisfied by her initial examination and by his words, Ragna circled back around to face him, but not before bumping into him affectionately. Sister! Her heart sang, for even though the word had never felt quite right, it meant that he recognized her. Again she looked him over, from his socked legs to his broad shoulders. He was taller than her, but she found she didn't mind.

I found you, she said, voice fevered with excitement. I had feared I would never! Now her tail whipped behind her, her mind racing with questions. It was at odds with her tendency towards tacit communication, but she let several tumble out. Where do you live now? What happened to our home? Are the others around? There was one she kept back, hoping the answer might come anyway. Which brother are you?