Stone Circle there will come soft rains

her brother seems alright, if odd—despite the casualness of his greeting, it seems controlled. "hey, sunny," she offers, rising to press her muzzle briefly to his shoulder in the same casual way, glancing once toward his gaze and finding it still lacking in that spark that was her brother. she swallowed, pushing down the hope. "I need to apologize; I've been distant, lately," she admits, taking a step back as she surveys him again. 

"I've been thinking. I think all of us—you, me, the kids—could use a fresh start. I want to make a place of our own; somewhere entirely new where you could get better, and we could start a new chapter." she shifts; despite his lack of memories, his opinion is still one of those she treasures the most. "what do you think?"