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*Epiphron* · 01-05-2016, 10:08 PM

Epiphron hadn't heard that name in so long.. far too long. Immediately she froze, her brows pulling together in slightly bewildered confusion. She had long assumed her sister was gone, either dead or never to return. Why had her name suddenly come up in conversation? "I.. no.." the woman stuttered, suddenly losing her focus and her composure, if but for a second. Her expression would falter, and she fell into silence for a long moment as she eyed the stranger. "You know her?" The mere possibility of someone having seen Chrysanthe brought an obvious spark of hope to her emerald stare, which was fixed unblinkingly on Avalon.

And yet.. it seemed that hope slipped away just as quickly as it came. This stranger had mistaken her for Chrysanthe, which likely meant she didn't know her sister very well, or hadn't seen her for some time. Both options seemed possible and neither pleased her. The confused, hopeful expression faded into something more somber and composed, and finally she shook her head from one side to the other. "Chrysanthe is my sister," she said gently, her gaze falling to the earth before lifting once again. "My name is Epiphron. I'm afraid I have not seen her in years." Her words held a fair bit of sorrow that she had no interest in masking. She wondered if it was more painful, the not knowing, than the finality that seeing the death of a loved one brought. Perhaps she might never know what had happened to her dear sister.. "But it is a pleasure to meet you, Avalon."

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