Perhaps the most interesting aspect of their dynamic is the ebb and flow between them, one giving and the other taking and then the switch as the tides turn between brother and sister. Kendry follows it all via the expressions on their similar faces, Nattergal defiantly masculine and his twin persistently female. Fascinating. He can only imagine what it must be like to have a sibling, much less a twin, to have a conversation with someone so like oneself.
His brow raises as the boy redirects his attention from his sister to revive their earlier conversation. “If you’d like,” he replies mildly. His bright blue gaze moves to the girl. “You’re welcome to join us, of course. The falls are a must-see for anyone on the Crossing, whether it’s their first time or their fortieth. I think you’ll both find them quite captivating.” He turns to lead the pair out of the field and through the wide swath of trees that separates them from the falls, choosing a particular path that he knows will bring them to a breathtaking ridge overlooking the main waterfall.
The walk will not take long. There’s room enough for the three to walk shoulder to shoulder, if they so choose, and Kendry glances between the two yearlings curiously. “What’s it like, being siblings?” he asks them over the increasing roar of the falls. |