ends of the earth

She seemed to study him for a long few moments, eventually he realized she didn’t know him. She didn't even feign recognition as she looked offended at his tone. Not that Ox cared about how she felt about him. He didn’t care what Nysa thought anymore and he certainly didn’t care what her smaller clone thought. At first the girl seemed unsure, her words making her surprise obvious. She seemed to gather her wits and her bravery and she lifted herself as Ox closed the distance between them. “I’m Riva Nightingale, do I know you?”

He couldn’t help as his deep garnet gaze widened, their names were the same. He didn’t know what to make of her, she was obviously his mother’s offspring. Nysa had lied to him, all of those years she’d lied to him. There was no other option, she couldn’t be anything but his sister. She seemed to sense the change in him or felt the deeper connection in her earliest of memories. Oxide had always wondered what that feeling of someone missing in his life. He’d always thought it had been his father, but could it have been this girl? Her words were a soft whisper as she echoed his earlier question.

For a brief moment he thought about lying to her, telling her the opposite of what he couldn’t help but believe was truth. However, this time he had a feeling the truth would be more amusing than fiction. ”Oxide… Nightingale.” He told her, deep rose eyes searching her blue one as he revealed himself. Ox remained silent, searching and waiting to see what kind of conclusion this girl came to.