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[color=D5FF00]"I've got one sister,"[/color] Mali replied, eyes switching between Relic and the window to her right.[color=D5FF00]"Her name's Kanda. Don't really know her well. She was born when I was 13, and at that age she was just a noisemaker that wouldn't let me get any sleep. By the time I moved out of the house she was only 5 or so. I only visit my folks a couple of times of the year, so I only see her for maybe a week or two total per year. Feels more like a cousin than a sister, really. I think she's starting middle school next week. Or was that last week? Whatever."[/color] Her tone of voice was a smidge awkward and the cadence was uneven. She would get hung up on a single word for a few seconds before the rest of her sentence spilled out like a slinky knocked over the side of a table.

[color=D5FF00]"So where exactly are we going? Or do you want to keep it a surprise from me alone?"[/color] She asked after waiting a few seconds, her voice resuming its usual tone and rhythm.