Phoenix Maplewood there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

Crashing into his older sister was an easy feat, although he managed to reign it in enough to keep her from completely falling over. The big goof licked her face and grinned wide. How have you been?! What are you up to?! What's going on?! he asked in rapid succession, pulling back to give her at least a little bit of space to talk. There were approximately twelve billion questions he wanted to ask, but he supposed he'd just have to start with the basics first.

She probably didn't look that much different from the last time he'd seen her, but Dauntless could have sworn she'd shrunk three sizes. Then again, he'd been much younger then and everybody had seemed bigger when he was younger. Now everybody seemed smaller. He didn't really understand why that was, but he had definitely noticed.