The Sisters’ Reunion
“Okay... where could she be now?” An innocent blonde girl spoke, looking to be in her late teens.
Her hair was long, reaching down the middle of her spine while other parts rested on both
shoulders as well. There were traces of brown, it being an apparent unique trait of the womanly
Violet Salvo. A faint bronze shirt added with a gold short skirt was worn by her, bleak pants hugging
her legs as she revealed high heels to add some height to her.
Technologically speaking, she had been ported back to planet Earth from M.A.C.E (Metahuman
Agent Contract Enterprise) -- her affiliated team -- in search for her sister whom was absent from
her life since two years ago, along with her entire race.
“Oh yes,” She smiles in realization, “Seraph sent me the frequencies. I should be able to find her
easily now.”
Focusing on her inner energy, she closes her eyes. Without much strain, her body shimmers brightly
in a sapphire hue as it zaps from sight, teleporting into the thin air of Millennium City.
-Meanwhile-
In the Doc’s view, stands a more mature woman leaning her left shoulder against the nearby tree
trunk, her eyes lowered while watching her device inattentively. She sighs, “How long is it going to
take just for me to see her, another year?” This female contained a strong vibe in comparison to
Violet, as her accent heaved more so like an Australian's. “Tch…”
Violet had already set herself on the grass, the location given to her proved rather effortless to find.
She appeared at the right moment, hearing those words from the woman. From Violet’s
perspective, the skeptical lass had her back turned though the young female instantly recognized
the voice. Violet mouths to herself Oh my god with incredulity on her face, her heart skipping a
beat. It was apparent that she couldn’t force herself to speak up for a moment, her anxious state
visible.
The unknown damsel had been browsing through her device, reading through her written
conversation with Seraph to let time pass. It was then until she heard a squealed “S-Synthia?” from
behind.
Noticeably, the woman embodied a large white jacket that stretched down behind her legs. The
only visible feature seen was the back of the lady’s head, her hair resembled greatly to Violet’s,
though shaped differently.
The dome of Synthia perked instantly from her gadget, staring forward with wide eyes. She was
shaken dearly, not realizing that she dropped her universal communicator device. Synthia slowly
turns on her heels, double taking at what might’ve been her sister... or maybe someone who oddly
knew her. The two locked eyes for the first time since so long ago.
“Violet,” Synthia breathes out, her lips parted in surprise as she finally gets a true glimpse of her
nineteen year old sister. She cannot believe what her eyes witness before her.
Violet’s features soften. She heard the woman call her name, and by that time it was officially
determined that this female was the one, “O-Oh my... it’s you.” Her lips twitch into a mourning
smile.
“Well, who else would it be?” Synthia replied back with a soft smirk plastered on her face.
It appeared that Synthia contained such a bosomy shape, her thick bare legs revealed while her
plain white skirt was harnessed on. Her waist was assumed to be buxom. Wearing a gray top that
stood out from her curvy, voluptuous chest, Violet couldn’t help but blink in admiration at her
sister’s physicality.
Violet’s feet manage to slowly maneuver forward, oddly not feeling able to control her movement.
Nothing maintained her with an exception of her bewilderment. “Y-You’re here, Synthia. You are
really here!”
A soft chuckle escapes from the older damsel, her pink lips beaming for a brief moment from her lip
balm. “Oh Violet, you sure haven’t changed a bit, have you...” Synthia cants her head to the side, a
warm expression of a smile formed.
“What-- what are you doing here?” Violet asks in amazement, her mind struggling to process the
image before her.
“Heh,” Synthia let a tiny laugh escape from her, “Is that the way of greeting sister Synthia after
about a year’s time of no communication, perhaps longer?” She words rather teasingly, “I expected
more exaggeration from you in all honesty.”
All of a sudden, a pair of metallic feet clanked upon the smooth grass from behind Violet, the
newcomer at a far distance. The disturbing sound caused both sisters to shift their attention toward
the stranger -- Synthia glanced over Violet’s shoulder, while Violet completely spinned in a 180
degree angle to gander.
“Is everything alright between you two?” Violet’s boss Seraph had approached the field in her dark
form of mood.
It didn’t take Synthia and Violet long to comfort each other with relief. The eldest out of the two
smiled warmly, “Everything is splendid, Miss Phobos.”
Violet added a response of her own to enlighten the conversation, “Oh Seraph this is truly mind
blowing.” She giggled shyly, a small form of blush at her cheeks.
“Good. I was wondering since I didn’t hear anything after Violet left. That and I had to get away
from the silly ones at Base...”
“Base? What’s wrong up there?” Violet asks Seraph.
“Light Insignia’s new form has declared war on Void’s chest,” Seraph replies with a snicker.
Synthia only lifted an eyebrow questioningly.
“Uh-oh... there’s negative tension between them?” Violet enquires with concern.
Seraph only laughs, “If you consider a person the size of a pea punching at a woman’s breasts war,
then yes...”
“Oh dear,” Synthia cracks up, “I am assuming you were getting rather annoyed?”
“Silliness is great and all... it’s just...” Seraph pauses herself with a shrug, “I can only tolerate so
much of it.”
Synthia nods her head in understanding, “I can agree... and also relate with this one here.” She
gestures over to her younger sister.
“I already annoy you…?” Violet blinks. Seraph glanced between the two sisters with amusement in
her stance.
Synthia smiles a little, shaking her head. “No, silly girl, I was kidding. Though back in Mervera... yes,
you were a handful.”
The younger blonde laughs awkwardly, “I was such an innocent girl. You cannot blame me.”
“You still are young one.” Synthia smirked, then looking over to Seraph as if to ask in agreement.
The android studied them, finally gathering an answer... “You’ve been nothing but a saint, Violet.”
She now inclines her head.
“See? Even another can side on with me. One does not even need to know you for nineteen years
to acknowledge,” Synthia commented with a faint grin of her own.
Violet pouts, her face contorting into a sullen expression, “Aww Seraph I’m not that angelic. You’ve
seen me act up once before, haven’t you?” She questions, surely hoping Seraph would answer with
a yes.
Synthia only fixated her attention between the Major and Field Officer of M.A.C.E., watching on
calmly.
“Not really,” Seraph began, “You’re one of the more stable affiliates, to be honest.”
The smaller colleen of the three only tilted her head, her eyes reading bemusement. “What do you
mean ‘stable’?”
Seraph blandly responded at her own pace, “You’re consistent, and not crazy. You’re fairly reliable;
you know... stable.”
Violet smiles, her eyes flickering. “Oh why thank you Seraph. I didn’t know I was-- consistent,” She
giggles.
“Same ol’ Vi.” She comments with contentment, “It does not surprise me at all.”
Seraph offered a light smile to the two, and then begins to run a hand through her black hair idly,
watching between them. “Well I came to see if you two were on good terms... mission
accomplished. I think I may retire for the night, I have an early morning planned starting at 0600
hours.”
Turning over to Seraph, her eyes were glazed. “Okay, boss.” With such a wide smile, Violet rushed
to her, wrapping the android in a tight embrace. “Oh again thank you Seraph! You don’t know how
much seeing my sister means to me. You are the greatest.”
Seraph blinks at first, rather surprised at the sudden hug... but then it made her smile, so she coils
her arms around the shorter damsel in return, her blue eyes shining through the night. “Glad I could
help,” She murmurs reassuringly.
Synthia smiles in affection at the scene before her. “I offer you salutations, Miss Phobos. Your
assistance was greatly appreciated, not to mention your presence.”
“Anytime Synthia,” The dark android remarked, finally pulling away from the hug, “Now don’t you
two go doing anything I’ll have to pay for later...”
Violet only giggles, her demeanor eager. Seconds later, she replies with a wink, “Oh we won’t.”
“Have a good night, you two!”
“Bye!” Violet called out in farewell, as Synthia just waved lazily. The android simply blasted away
with her jet boots, the engine blazing hot as it launches her into the sky, leaving her as an eventual
dot to just stare at until completely out of sight.
Moments went by, as an awkward silence began to fill between the two sisters. Synthia then
decided to cut it short with a “Well?” Her eyes set back at Violet seconds after watching Seraph’s
exit.
“Hmm?” Violet too, looks to Synthia now.
“How have you been my dear sister?” She asks, calmly... her words so gentle and soothing like a
lullaby.
Clasping her own hands together, Violet beams. “I’ve been okay. Still trying to manage the
traditions of Earth and such.”
“Oh?” Her old sister questions, “I would have suspected you find everything experienced by now.”
Synthia face palms gently, escaping a sigh between her pudgy lips.
“Mmm,” Violet hums, avoiding the potential, harsh criticism coming from the woman. Thinking of
another topic, she attempted to change the subject. “How are mother and father?” For her sake, it
was a success.
“At this point?” Synthia raises an eyebrow, “They are devastated.”
Violet was taken aback by the comment, as she immediately reacted worriedly. “W-What do you
mean? Are they alright? Did something happen to them?”
A deadpan was the only true expression to justify the older colleen’s demeanor as she spoke very
monotonous.
“Yes Violet, do you not understand?”
“I... I don’t. What is going on?” Violet blinked, still not processing Synthia’s words carefully.
“You,” she simply retorts.
“Me?”
“You are the reason why they are in depression - they as in everyone. Your brother is falling to
pieces... though he won’t admit to his feelings about your absence.” Synthia spoke rather bluntly.
Violet was so confused; she hadn’t expected such news regarding everyone from Mervera. She
anticipated that they were all happy where she is now.
“But… I don’t understand,” Violet begins to speak, “Didn’t they want for me to leave? They viewed
me as a traitor for departing the planet.”
“We all cannot control our attitudes sometimes. Of course they do not think of you as someone
horrid to them; you are only nineteen, silly.”
“Synthia...”
The old warrior arched an eyebrow at the sudden halt.
“That is your perception to the situation at hand. Everyone’s farewells were nothing but hatred...
I'm not wanted back.”
“That is not true,” Synthia protested, her head snapping to look at Violet dead in her eyes. A frown
was grown upon her beautiful features. “You are daughter of Zephyr, one of the most dominant
wind manipulators ever known. To a certain extension, you are still his warrior... and most
important of them all, his child. Whether you agree with me or not, it doesn’t matter what you
think.” A harsh turn of her attitude erupted for a moment when she scolded those words to Violet.
It caused Violet to wince at Synthia’s hardened face, her eyes reading no nonsense. But still, she
continued to speak her heart. “I know he is disappointed in me.”
Gazing down at the concrete, she continued to jabber-- well to Synthia that is. “I know he is by this
point... he is ashamed of my honor. Would he dare look at me again, and be proud to still claim me
as his daughter? I doubt it.”
Synthia sighs at the saddened girl. It was truly pathetic to witness how her younger sister acted
after the first moments of their reunion. Violet is her sister for goodness sakes, why is she sounding
so hesitant and afraid?
The twenty four year old turns about, observing the body of water beneath the complex. It was a
beautiful sight to her, the waves dancing around in happiness. The full moon glimmering down at
the Renaissance Center blooms everything in sight, such a contraction despite the bleak sky.
“Violet, you know it isn’t your fault.”
The long haired female watches her sister intently, as if anticipating for Synthia to continue.
“A great man from this Earth went far through satellite just to reach you. He was obviously
impressed by your abilities and such, considering you have far different powers than the rest of us.
He wished for your assistance, and you accepted. Is that truly a bad deed?” Synthia asks this, her
eyes darting over.
“I’m just one person added to this planet of Chaos, Synthia. As you can see, none has changed.”
Violet holds her arm out, that hand gesturing toward the battered West Side.
“You make a clear point, dear.” A frown contorted slowly upon the facial features of Synthia, “I am
rather saddened by the cities and their conditions. The innocent souls do not deserve the abolition.
Mervera had never been so... hazardous in comparison to Earth.”
“Of course, sister... but, why?” Violet asks innocently, “I never understood why lethal danger
doesn’t come forth to the Merverians.”
“Oh that is a silly question to ask,” The woman tossed a smile over at Violet, though her eyes read
blank. “It is because we are not humans. Miscreants evolve around the planet because the
inhabitants here-- and its worthy gold-- are so vulnerable. But us?”
Violet listens, her attention fixated fully. She raised a hand to carefully slide her slim fingers down
her thick laces of hair in an idle fashion.
“Now I am not implying that we are superior to other races, because we are not. But Merverians
are foreign beings who are trained for situations like these. Thankfully much doesn’t threaten us to
a large extent like Earth, here. The people here have got to be lucky of all of the heroes and
heroines that gathered to fend in the face of danger. If I am not mistaken, the Qularr almost
infested Millennium.”
Gathering the information, Violet shifted her weight on one leg... it seemed she zoned out for a
moment, but her instincts quickly regained its tracks, inclining her head in concurrence to Synthia.
“Yes... it nearly happened.”
“I wasn’t told why though,” Synthia remarked.
Violet ponders briefly before wording her explanation. “It was basically an artifact hunt from the
Lemurians. The Qularr found their precious gold, and found the treasure in Millennium.” She
shrugs, uncertain of her answer as she looked quizzical herself.
There was a long stilled silence after Violet replied to Synthia. The older woman couldn’t help but
wonder their fate if evil actually thrones over the good. Surely the destruction wouldn’t stop just
here on Earth, would it? The terrorizing scoundrels would assumedly be hungry and greedy for
more, right? Synthia couldn’t pinpoint the universe’s predetermined course... she just knew after
witnessing the tragic events here, nothing was to be overlooked again.
“Life will always be a threat,” She mutters out loud, shaking her head as she eases her way closer to
the rail, placing a hand on her hip-- the elbow akimbo.
Violet bites down onto her lower lip, deciding to follow Synthia, standing though she stood just a
few feet from beside her.
“Have you been getting into trouble?” Synthia asks, throwing the haunting thoughts out of her
head.
Violet repeated dubiously, “Trouble? You practically cornered against me with Seraph about being a
‘saint’. You should know the answer to that.” With her words, she brings her arms to cross them
just below her chest, managing a feminine huff.
Synthia’s eyes wander back to set them on the smaller woman, “You should know what I mean.”
Violet just rolls her shoulders as a shrug in response.
“...Are any people bothering you, Violet... is what I mean.” Synthia rolls her eyes, lacking patience.
Violet’s mind rolled blankly, her previous demeanor instantly twisting. "Oh..." She blinks childlike,
"Not really, I don't think. Though I have been engaged in drama I can't even dream to think about."
Synthia looked bothered, anyone could tell just by watching her. “Oh...? What has happened?” She
asks calmly, but her words came as though she seemed conspicuously agitated by the news.
“A lot,” Violet answers, brushing a strand near her forehead to place it neatly behind her ear. “I’ve
lost special friends, and still am to this day.”
“Is it your doing?”
Violet declines her head, shaking it with sadness.
“People are cruel, believe it or not.” Synthia comments, her hands fiddling to fix her short skirt
more comfortably.
“I know now,” Violet nods her head, “I can’t drive myself close to one anymore in the form of close
friendship, and it’s not even about becoming acquainted... as far as I’m concerned.”
“Err… elaborate please?” Synthia was confused.
“About all of the men and women who wished to become friends me, were always the ones that
just wanted me for sexual intercourse,” Violet analyzes with grief in her tone. She leaned against
the rail, her eyes staring at nothing in particular.
“Oh that is just atrocious,” Synthia snapped. Her lips curled with dismay, her eyebrow ridges upset.
“It was hard to transit properly from Mervera to here, I tell you.” Violet sighs.
Synthia gazes up at the full moon, the stars twinkling upon the dingy sky. “Are there any I have to
teach a lesson?”
“What?!” Exclaiming, the chaste 19-year old girl waved her hands in defense. “No no... I wouldn’t
want that. Please, don’t.”
Synthia turns her head to glance at the younger blonde very sternly, “I am not fond of heartless
delinquents hurting you.” Her words were firm.
A tiny smile grew upon Violet’s cheek, “Well I am grateful for your concern. It means much, but I
assure you that I can handle myself.”
“Sometimes you might just need a sibling for reserved reinforcements.” Synthia said, flashing a
teasing wink, a warm laugh leaving her mouth.
Violet couldn’t help but giggle alongside with her sister, covering her mouth with a hand to
maintain herself.
Gradually recovering from her laughter, Synthia straightened her stance as she looks out into the
sea again.
“Well?” Violet copies her older sister from earlier with the term, glancing to her with anticipated
eyes.
Synthia quirks a brow, silently questioning Violet’s sly demeanor. It suddenly hit her, or so she
thought. Her pupils dance around in an eye roll. “No Violet... you know I have no time for that,” she
said rather knowingly.
“Aww you’re no fun at all.” Violet pouts, followed by a snicker.
“What, you honestly think I have time for love?” She looked as if Violet contained more than one
head.
“You’d be surprised!” The girl flashed a beaming grin.
“Oh?”
“Mhm! I thought the same thing while on my way here. Always said to myself that I shall never let
anyone take my heart, but well...” Her cheeks flush heavily, rubbing at an arm with conspicuous
shyness.
Synthia found herself smirking, “Look at you.” She expresses amusement, flicking a finger toward a
small pebble upon the thick rail which launched out toward the ocean.
“What?” Violet glimmers her eyes in repetitive blinking, her carriage faultless. She smiled out
toward the water. “I can’t help it.”
“I know you cannot, apparently.” She comments, but then lifts an eyebrow, her intentness
returning. “But surely you can help staying on track, yes?”
“I don’t understand,” Violet murmurs over, looking back to Syn.
Synthia idly brings a hand out in front of herself, her palm open as a gust of wind begins to swirl in it
at a calm pressure. Violet can only stare down at the woman’s palm in awe, watching the air
currents blow smoothly. After all, Synthia was gifted to wield the stratosphere.
“Your essential purpose was to assist the civilians to thrive, not investigate the tips on how to
become a loved one,” Synthia spoke, her eyes lowered to the spinning winds in her hand.
“Wha-- what did...?” Violet stutters, rather stunned. “H-How did you know?”
Synthia casually glances over to the girl, not showing the slightest bit of emotion. “Know what?”
The long hair of a female responded, but she paused in between her words with hesitation. “That I
was... observing... the--” She blushed densely, her cheeks red hot as she looks away rather
flustered.
“Oh...” Synthia seemed to follow Violet’s drift by the way she reacted, “You are too predictable.
Back at home, you were never anticipating any mates-- as you were not supposed to be, anyway."
She catches a glimpse of small fish hopping out of the water. They are probably playing a game of
tag, she thought while smiling, how adorable.
Violet didn’t pay attention to what went on in the sea, only the upper atmosphere. "Well we were
trained to fight, yes. So I never got the chance to really seek love." She shrugs modestly.
A soft exhale breaks away from the woman’s lips, “Just don’t forget who you are, Violet. I do not
care in whom you associate yourself with, just as long as it does not take time away from your
duties.” She spoke with such care, “You do understand that if Mikado Zephyr knew you slacked
substantially of power, that would be a true disappointment to him. Never mind just leaving
Mervera. I would hate to witness my own little sister be looked down upon by the Merverians that
she was once superior to."
The little sister groaned solemnly, her eyes lowering. “I know, Synthia. I know. To be truth with you,
I have been depressed. I felt nostalgic here for such a long while, because I missed every one of
you," She murmurs, her words delicate.
Her expression dropping, Synthia widens her mouth by what she hears. She had no idea, “Oh
Violet,” She pronounced with such sympathy behind her tone.
“I hadn’t been in combat much because my body won’t let me. All that was ever in my mind were
you, and our family,” The gold clothed colleen continues, “I struggled to maintain myself
sometimes, so I often spent time watching soap opera-television, and eating pretzels.”
“Wait a minute... eating what?” Synthia protests naively. That particular product doesn’t exist in
Mervera, since it is far from healthy for the warriors.
“Pretzels.” Violet giggled softly, though her face still looked as if it were sad. “An addictive item of
food. It’s very salty, and tasty.” For a moment her mind wandered off, thinking about sweets to
munch on later.
Synthia flickers her eyes to herself, eventually shaking her head to erase the junk out of her mind.
“Well... why do you just not return? I mean you served time here greatly.”
“I don’t know,” Violet shrugs, her face unsure. “I don’t think I’m ready to return. It’s like you
inferred a few moments ago... I am probably weaker than when I left from Mervera.” She confesses,
shamefully. “Pitiful, I know.”
There was a cool breeze that led to awkward silence, leaves sloshing around as it creates a
distracted noise. Violet just braces the bitter words from her sister, whom she thought looked at
her with dishonor. She just couldn't manage to glance at her, as she felt so distraught and
humiliated.
“Violet,” Syn says with a frown, “Violet look at me.” She sometimes contained a bold behavior.
Apprehensively, Violet turned her head, her beige eyes latching into her sister’s.
Synthia’s expression softened, “Listen youngling... you are not at all at fault, I repeat. I can still
signify the force inside you, while also your power is still at a fair level. What will it take for you to
focus on your preparations?”
Violet was still for a while, nothing leaving her mouth to speak. After what felt like minutes, she
finally sighs. "Well what do you expect of me?" She finally asks, groaning.
Synthia stares blankly at the innocent being, slowly bringing her arms to fold them over her busty
breasts. “It is not my place to answer that for you. You need to come up with a solution to bring
your head back into the alley, and out of the gutter.”
The warm hearted girl ran a hand through her hair in distress, thinking hard on a decision before
gathering an invisible light bulb over her head. Synthia saw her ultimate expression, raising an
eyebrow as she watches her.
Violet gasps, “I... I have an idea.”
“Well I figured that,” She says softly, “Go on.” Synthia waits.
“Maybe you can stay.” Violet manages, with a hopeful smile.
Immediately a look of doubt waved over her face, Synthia gazing at her sister with exclusion.
“Pardon?” She questions, followed by a narrow of her eyes.
“W-Well...” she stumbled upon her words, “I did say I missed you, didn’t I?”
“In correction, I do believe you said ‘every one of us’,” Synthia retorted with humor, of course
playing around. “But yes... yes, you did Vi.” She remained her anticipated stance.
“I just think... with the two of us here together at last, we can primarily focus on redeeming
ourselves as the Salvo sisters people underestimate.” She shrugs modestly, tilting her head.
“Hmm,” hummed Synthia. She looks up at the sky, in deep thought.
“Please, Synthia?” Violet smiles of hope, clinching her own hands together as she pleaded
desperately to her sister.
The absorption of her mental thinking almost overwhelmed her. In the end, she just couldn’t
imagine herself rejecting away from Violet. After all, she did travel all the way here just to see her.
She couldn’t go anywhere now, her mind would refuse anyway. However...
“I am afraid I cannot.” Synthia worded remorsefully, sighing gently as she looked over to witness
Violet’s reaction.
Just as the broad woman thought, Violet sure enough saddened. She looked as if she wanted to
start crying, the poor girl. It took a lot for Violet to hold it in of course, a weak smile on her features.
“O-Okay... I understand. It is hard to stay in these conditions.”
Synthia only nodded as a response.
“So...” Violet began, rather depressed at this point, “When do you plan on leaving?”
“By the time you do.” Synthia tenderly smiles at her, her perfect teeth revealed.
A wave of awareness hit Violet rather hard, as she freezes in a rooted position. Her conception
couldn’t believe it, “W-Wait excuse me?”
Synthia cants her head to the side, that smile still planted on her lips. “Is your brain struggling to
grasp my words?” She chuckled heartily, holding her side.
“N-No?” The young woman replied, her mood brightening. “You mean... you mean you’ll stay with
me?”
“But of course with you. It was my intention of taking my journey here, silly. I wanted to check on
you and your safety. I am not leaving anytime soon, I vowed to stay until your departure... however
long you decide is up to you.”
“Oh Synthia, you~” Violet’s eyes sparkled for a brief second, the corner of her lips growing into a
wide satisfied smile. “So you mean... we can fight together? All the time? And hang out?”
“As long as it is fine with you, I have no problem with it.” Synthia nods, beaming back warmly.
“Aww, deary!” Violet shines with happiness, “Thank you!” With that, she sprints up to her older
sister, basically falling into her, feeling as though she suddenly melted against Synthia, almost
knocking her off her feet. Such emotions amplified within Violet it was truly beyond indescribable. It
was completely wistful for her, as she whimpers happily against the older figure’s chest.
Synthia had no choice but to hold Violet in place, her arms twined around her tightly for Violet not
to lose balance and trip. It caused Synthia to laugh a little, “Violet you are something else.” She
smiled heartily, patting the back of the younger woman’s hair gently.
Water started to dwell in Violet’ eyes, silent tears trailing down her cheeks as she finally feels the
warmth of her sister. “At least I know everything is g-going to be alright, now that you’re here.” She
sniffs blissfully. The crying was soon apparent just by noting Violet’s stuttering... a comforting hand
stroked the teary girl’s back soothingly.
Synthia pulled back slightly to get a good look at her. “You are not alone anymore, Violet. Just know
I am right here with you okay?” Violet nodded with genuine joy, smiling teary-eyed.
The sisters broke away from the hug, beginning to walk out of the Doc’s view. Violet was truly
content, nothing getting in the way of her current mood. “Hey, would you like to visit my
residence?” She asks excitedly.
“Oh sure,” Synthia answers with not a second wasting, “Why not?”
“Goodie! I have to introduce you to pretzels and Ritz crackers!” Violet claps her hands excitedly,
walking beside Synthia through the healthy, green grass as they step at their own casual pace.
Rolling her eyes, Synthia comments, “Oh god... here we go.”
“What?” Violet looked to Synthia in defense, “Oh! You need to know about soap operas too! Dear
lord, those movies and flicks are so good! They make you want to cry at times, yell at the television,
or even blast through your own wall.”
Synthia chuckles faintly, listening to Violet ramble on and on as they rejoiced their memories and
reunion.