I won't let you go; so don't leave go of me

They venture farther and farther from home, recently. There was a time when neither ventured terribly far from the Tundra (or rather, neither ventured far from the other, and the Tundra was home to both) but childhood has left them, and adolescence is well towards past, and as young adults they grow restless. Or rather, Dagny grows restless, and Olivier is ever by her side. Only once had she ventured where he could not go, and she had returned with nightmares and strange colorings and a temporary need to stay close to home.

It had never occurred to either of the twins that they might not be alone in the world – that they might have other siblings. Well that is not quite true either – they know that they have many half-siblings, half-nieces, half-nephews on their father’s side. But full siblings are a stranger thing, and it is this they had not expected. But they had been asking him questions about their absent mother, some strange desire to know their family tree, and Brennen had admitted that he had seen Cy two other times – that it was quite likely they had two full-siblings, one older, one younger.

This is the news that drives them to the Meadow, but now they are at loose ends, uncertain where even to look for such siblings. Dagny and Olivier had been left with their father in the Tundra, but where Cy had taken any other children she might have had, Brennen had no idea. He wouldn’t even promise that they existed; but a hope has been kindled in them that cannot be extinguished. She frolics ahead, investigative, glancing at each horse that they pass as if she might tell a sibling by a glance. He lags behind, following her (always) but a pace or so behind, uncertain of how she plans to seek anyone.

“Ollie, come on,” her summons is impatient, and she casts a blue-rimmed gaze back at her twin. “What are we hurrying for?” comes the unruffled reply. “We don’t even know what we’re looking for.” But Dagny is certain they will know – that they will recognize siblings, somehow.

Dagny & Olivier

no one can ever follow; no one can ever know