Flycatcher Downs until we go down

meant to get this up last night; got distracted and fell asleep D:

mona's focus narrowed to a fine point as eilidh reached out to her, one that soon blurred with saltwater. constantine had been kind, the witch on the strand cruel. but here was 
her sister!
nudging her shoulder in worry, speaking the names of their past siblings. granting the rejected girl some semblance of the acceptance she had craved in waking days. lasher was gone, and she did not know if she would see rowan again, but there was magick here. quite overcome, mona gave a single sob, clicking the rest off with her teeth and gazing up into the brilliant green of her sister's eyes with fierce gratitude. and slowly, ever so slowly, the firebrand composed herself and lifted a fore-ankle to wipe wetness from one velvet-red cheek.  
"rowan mayfair is my mother," mona rejoined in a calmer voice, the sunlight of this revelation lighting the sodden plains of her features. "she and casmir raised my brother, cortland, and i. oh, cortland tobias, and i'm mona antha," she added with a light laugh. the humour faded momentarily as she thought of the twin who had been her father in youth. "casmir and rowan perhaps went back home. they had brought us here to tell us of our history, and we ... we left them."
worried that perhaps she would fall headlong out of her sister's new graces, mona worried her bottom lip with pale fangtips. "what ... what would you like to know?" she drew a shuddering breath. "and where did you go?"