Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

Sandā, Thunder.

Arashi remembered the name all too well. As a child, he was a heavy walker and even heavier runner. Through their he would run, the sound mimicking that of thunder. So, that's what they would all call him.

He remembered, knowing quickly who she was. She'd grown tremendously. Before, she was small. Even if not matching his size, Tsunari was still larger with age.

"It has been a few years, but I didn't not expect you to entirely shove me from your memory."

Mind your tongue, little sister, He snarled, cold and thick with warning. My last memory of you was as a whelp. We all change with age. Don't be so bitter because you don't look as puny as you used to. The way the two communicated was never the friendliest, even in the presence of others. Fury was here, but she was no stranger to him. It was best she saw the true side of their relationship, rather something entirely false.

You left, just as I did. I had a life to get on with. Nitsuragi was no place for me to stay. As it seemed, it was no place for either of them. Though, this was for different reasons.

Why are you here, Tsunari? If you've come only to bash me for not coming to find you, then be done with it and get on your way. Arashi was growing impatient. There were other things to tend to here.