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[apollinares]

There is dust on his face, in his eyes, in his hair, on his clothing.

(He's spent the past months roaming.
I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar.No destination in mind, no end in sight.
As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his

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[untiedtheknots]

It's an impulse she understands.

She abandons her table and follows him out, keeping a few paces behind.
And thyself thou enterest thy Father’s house, and all alike bid thee to a seat; but thou sittest beside Apollon.
She doesn't speak until they're closer to the water's edge.

"Hey there, brother mine."

[apollinares]

"Hey there, sister mine."

He smiles, small but sincere (because, more than maybe, she generally makes him feel as though everything will be alright).

"Long time no see."

It's almost a question. But not quite.

[untiedtheknots]

"Too long."

Observation more than criticism; they have all the time in the world.

She ruffles his hair, knocking some of the dust loose.

"Where've you been?"

[apollinares]

"I wasn't really keeping track," he admits, wrinkling his nose.

"Here. There. Everywhere.

"I remember Africa."

[untiedtheknots]

"I haven't been there in a long time.

You done wandering for now?"

There's no judgment in the question, just curiosity. This place is a way station, after all. There might be somewhere else he needs to go.

[apollinares]

"It's more lovely than you remember it to be. Parts of it, anyway."

He blinks, looking over his shoulder as though expecting to see something there besides the woods.

"I'm done," he decides, glancing back at his sister.

"For now, I think."

[untiedtheknots]

She takes his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Good to have you back, then."