History repeating itself

[Conor Soul]

[html]

durr

Lilac pools shone as the bi-coloured form of the girl without surname came into sight. It was a given who she reminded him of now, and it was actually odd to think that he had not guessed the truth before. His mind had already visited the correct answer at an earlier time before he had had the pleasure to meet the Dahlian guest, Farore, but his mind was always swamped with several matters and the guesswork had been forgotten. But now he knew, and who would suit this job offer better than she? Her eyes were kind, and her greeting was polite and proper. The young woman should laugh more often. She had always been a serious child, but she possessed a silent personality; an old soul. She would do well.

”Do not apologize,” the male spoke, stepping closer to her ying & yang form. It was not her duty to patrol the borders anyway, but he appreciated her dedication nevertheless. ”You were hurt and should take all the time you need to recover,” he added, adding a modest amount of superiority in his voice. The male’s tail wagged behind his autumn hued form as he approached her. ”I met one of Dahlia’s guests this other day. She said she is your sister.” And the male’s friendly smile could live on forever with its softness. How wonderful it must be to hold all the puzzle’s pieces and finally be able to complete the mystery about her family.