Jade Fern Grove Trebuchet warning cycle

Elora barely looked at her when she'd been called, then seemed confused and gave her, possibly, an alternate name. It sounded Spanish, like Sriracha, and his scent had been nearby but she had more questions than she realized. Why hadn't he told her about bringing someone else in? Her brows knitted together and she shook her head, looking over the woman once more just in case she was mistaken.

But she wasn't.

"No..." she trailed off, taking a step closer to get into her line of sight. "You're Elora. You're my sister," she explained, or tried, to, because she knew she should feel more than panic when it came to her sister.