implication of constant change

Siren didn’t leave her island, especially not that winter had its grasp on the land. Getting wet was an atrocious idea, but when siren’s pretty pink ears perked to listen to a voice that she never thought she’d hear again. The girl would brave the ocean, suddenly honing in on a memory almost lost. Incubus was her twin, were she not fully albino, when he left her he’d taken a part of her with him.

For a long time she felt the absence keenly, a sharp pain in her ribs next to where her father and mother and also driven knives into her side. Chimera was the only one she had left, the only one that hadn’t forsaken her. Inc was the only other wolf who could convince her from her home. She couldn’t decide if she wanted this reunion to be warm or if she just wanted to take back what Incubus had stolen when he left them.

The tiny Klein struggled with her emotions the whole way, through swimming in the ocean to traipsing over the islands in between to finally arrive at the border of the shrine to be met with Incubus’s towering form. A part of her half hoped he’d not grown much more than she had. Her features were blank as she looked him over, hesitant to say anything until she had Chimera to back her up. A small scowl settled on her features as the turmoil continued beneath her skin.