In so many ways, Ozzie reminded her of Zvaid. His brightness and sweetness warmed her heart made her long for those lazy summer days in the Ridge, when her biggest concerns had been rooted in how to boss her little pseudo-siblings around. She'd kept them preoccupied with games of chase and plans to tease and taunt the various mothers that parented them all collectively. She hadn't realized how different her life would become in such a few short years, but it barely resembled her past at all these days.
She blinked away the memories as Oswald filled her in to his sister's escapades and she chuckled softly. With such a bold set of parents, it was no wonder that Filumena was a live wire to watch over, especially if Oswald was the one doing the watching.
"I bet," she answered his exasperation, easily recalling the way she'd chased Zvaid and the twins up and down the shores of the Ridge for hours until she'd been sweat lathered while they laughed. She chuckled at his pretend confidentiality and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Your secret is safe with me."
"It is, err, was," she answered his question, correcting herself with a small frown. "My mom always said that they don't have as many memories slowing down their steps, so there's nothing stopping them from running a million miles an hour" She murmured, paraphrasing Siobhan's words she'd heard her often say as an excuse as to why she couldn't keep up with all of the children's games. "Back in the Ridge, foals would sometimes wash up on the shores without explanation, so I always had more siblings than I knew what to do with, but that first little sibling always seems to have the most energy."
She tipped her head up to watch Ozzie's face for a moment, her mind carefully tiptoeing through those volatile early memories of the twin's first days on the island. "You're lucky though," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "My mom came home with two little sisters for me to take care of right away. Imagine two Filumena's running around."
She couldn't help but wonder what Saoirse and Naenia were up to now. It had been years since Róisín had heard any news of their escapades, let alone seen them with her own eyes. The two of them had always been so different from each other, but perfect complements all the same. She wondered if they had ever managed to find Ailill, and if her adopted father had ever managed to reach his destination safely.
She shied away from those thoughts abruptly, not wanting her own anxious musings to bring down the conversation and turned to conversation back to Ozzie. "What's your favorite part of being her big brother?"