Crystal didn't know what to think. She hoped, it was just a bad dream. Or a good dream, depending on how someone looked at it. Her brother, her baby brother, was sitting at the same table as Acacia, but she was pretty sure he couldn't hear them. He looked... healthy. She didn't remember watching him get sorted, and she wished she did.
"Do you...?" she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Her eyes darted back over to where their brother sat.
Did Acacia remember Dunstan dying? Was Acacia seeing the same thing that she was? She really hoped she wasn't seeing things that weren't there. Her first thought would be he became a ghost years after his death but she wasn't sure if that were possible.
Crystal's eyes turned back to her sister, hoping she understood what she was trying, and failing, to say.
"Do you...?" she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Her eyes darted back over to where their brother sat.
Did Acacia remember Dunstan dying? Was Acacia seeing the same thing that she was? She really hoped she wasn't seeing things that weren't there. Her first thought would be he became a ghost years after his death but she wasn't sure if that were possible.
Crystal's eyes turned back to her sister, hoping she understood what she was trying, and failing, to say.
