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Scylla had wondered how long it would take her wayward twin to make his way back to her. She couldn't deny that she was a bit miffed that he'd abandoned her, but forgiveness would be his. She would always forgive him. Albion shared a soul with her. That's the way it was with littermates. So, when his call rang out from the border, Scylla dropped what she was doing and raced to answer.

Delicate digits picked their way over the terrain around the falls, eventually leading her to where the pale brute stood. Though time had passed between them and many events had come and gone, Scylla moved forward without a second thought to embrace her brother. "I wondered when you'd show up." Rather than 'if you'd show up.' He'd been scarce, so Scylla had her doubts that he'd want to come with her. Releasing him, Scylla didn't step back. She simply sat before him. "Where have you been?"

"Scylla Klein"