Mount Apikuni roots

Where she went, Veran followed. So it was today, now. Her ears flitted back in his direction, acknowledging his silent presence. The stranger spoke, announcing himself as Acheron. And not a stranger at all. Her older brother! Her mismatched eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a gentle O shape. No wonder he smelled vaguely familiar.

For a few seconds she stared through him. In her minds eye she desperately tried to revive memories from her earliest days. She could only recall glimpses of his white and brown accented figure. Everything else was a blur. "Acheron? Yes...I do remember you. But not well. I was so tiny back then..."

Her posture relaxed. His blue eyes were like the single one her father had. She glanced back at Veran, smiling. She knew he was guarded. She could sense it rippling off him. A gesture of her muzzle encouraged him closer. "This is Veran. He and I have been traveling together for some time."