Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

a rift is opened between them, and from it comes that old, bitter pride that had been her downfall time and time again. "what would you have me do, evergreen?" she asks, harsh and firm. her auds angle forward, gaze narrowed; she will not have the man she'd once considered a friend force his way into her family, her affairs, her choices; not when he wants her to abandon her ailing brother and lost niece for winterbourne. 

but she can't elaborate, because he's there, suddenly; she wonders at the stupidity of their argument when her sibling is just a call away. she blinks, forcibly softening the stiffness of her bearing, expression softening as she regards her brother. "winterbourne," she greets, taking a step near but not greeting him in the exuberant way of her family; for suddenly he seems quite fragile, standing there, and tatters of hurt and rage and grief still flutter in her chest.