Altar of Twilight i painted you a picture, but it never looked right

"Why?"  she asked, observing the boy, then twisting back to look at her parents. she repeated the word, brow furrowed. she was ignorant, completely ignorant, to the tension, the past scars and wounds that had been inflicted, the reason her brother was here, and she there. "Why 'ere no t'ere?"  she questioned again, fixing the father with an unflinching gaze, then her mother. her hawkish optics were quick to turn back to the brother before her, the new one. then voice soft, and gestures gentle, she poked her muzzle to his shoulder, carefully, should he allow her, sniffing the scent that was like a dream, a memory. "like you."  she stated, the matter of fact tone stifled by the slight softness in her words. 

her worm of a tail whipped about, an echo of his own movements, and she offered a smile, deciding that this brother was hardly bad. with a quick glance to the impassive and stiff Aries, she decided that this boy indeed seemed a good brother.