The Sentinels reunion

Practically blind to scowls or any sort of expression that implied dislike, it barely registered to Long Rain that she was upsetting to the other girl’s sensibilities. Despite their familial relationship, they had grown up very different. Though these differences mattered very little now in the face of reacquainting oneself with long lost family.

Liezhal? Of Greatwater Lake?

The lake! This was no longer a conspiracy. Father had always been upfront about where she had been born.

But Long Rain had not heard her birth name since before Tarantula had stolen her. He himself hadn’t even known her name, and she had not been old enough to insist on correcting him when he started calling her something else. Now, she was Long Rain, and Liezhal was just a primal memory.

May be… She shook her head. But you. Her eyes gleamed. I am from a great lake, my father tells me this. The cogs were turning in her head. If I am Liezhal, then you are… Racharra, she breathed. Questioning, then more firmly. My sister.

Her brows rose, though her expression remained somewhat subdued, as if she did not know what to do with the information except think: Huh. Imagine that.