Picking up the pieces

*Sindri* · 12-27-2014, 11:42 AM

Following the curve of the lake, Sindri meandered across Ebony with no real destination in mind. Slowly she was adjusting to being home again. It was hard to believe that only a few seasons had passed. So much was different here. Her mom was gone (still), her sisters were gone, her brother ruled and much, much more. She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around it all. It didn't feel real.

A familiar scent changed the path she was on. Sigmarr. Out of all the changes he was the hardest to deal with. She knew he had faced hard times too, that what he had done he had no choice in doing, but that didn't make the healing any easier.

Intent on finding him, she started to sing softly, "Siggy, Siggy bo biggy banana fana fo figgy, me my mo miggy..." The silly little song brought to life memories of when they were younger. She remembered running circles around her brother while weaving a song around his nickname - a nickname he hated. Did he remember? It felt like so long ago. "...Siggy."

Speaking -- Thinking

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