Frogspawn Swamp The lives we've reclaimed.

At his laughter, Niamh rolled her eyes. Even if he’d lost his memory, it didn’t quite account for the fact that he was being this haughty; but she supposed she’d always been on the inside, and that both of them had usually teamed up together, and now she was being faced with a stranger. ”You sound like Bruges,” She muttered softly to herself, but fortunately, ego aside, he checked.

And she was right. ”Those’re from me. The day Bruges and Fey- our older siblings- decided to teach us to swim. I have them too, from you. They pushed us off a rock into a deep hole in the river, and we just bit onto each other to stay together until Ma saw what they’d done and dragged us out.” She said with a small, but dry laugh. ”Apparently we just kept hangin’ onto each other for like an hour.” She said, mildly amused by the fact, even though now she was the only one clinging desperately to their relationship. ”You’re Ambrose DeMonte-Argyle. An I’m your sister, Niamh.”