Swiftcurrent Creek I got my fists on the kitchen table

The man who was once a boy — her eldest brother. 

When he appeared, he spared no moments to rush forward and embrace her. As an loving sister would, she accepted his closeness, evening adding a gentle, sisterly nudge to his shoulder.

What can you possibly mean? Unexpectedly, Lyn released a small laugh, expression buoyant. Winter is the best time to travel! Running through the snow reminds me so much of our childhood... A faded memory, but not yet lost to her. Besides, it's too hot or wet from rain during the other seasons. Her brother may have been serious due concern, but she found too much humor in it all.

When his own expression didn't give in, she gave a playful tap of her shoulder upon his own. Oh, come on— do I really need an excuse to come see my big brother? Everyone's been curious of what you've been up to, so I decided to finally shut them up and come see for myself. Swiveling an awed gaze around them, a spark flickered in her eyes. Seems you've been busy.