Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

Sunspot could hardly believe her eyes when the silver male arrived. Surely, this couldn't be the young, bright-eyed brother that'd said goodbye so many years ago. She hardly recognized him at all, and began to wonder if she looked as old and weathered as him. But when she looked at Dawn (somehow more familiar to her than her own brother), she reckoned she could still see the family resemblence.

"It's good to see you," she said, returning his curious sniffs and accepting his affectionate greeting. It was still strange to think of this man as her brother, but if - since he was, his nuzzle was to be expected. She would be his sister again. She would learn to remember these things.