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Her smile only confuses him more, and her eyes trying to… focus? Was it really hard to believe?

But then her words cleared the doubts away -just slightly-. So Misia truly had no idea of who he is, it does not matter, the reason behind it seems a really valid one and consistent with her previous movements.

Poor vision? Now he wondered what happened to her, that condition did not seem to be part of her when they met years ago; speaking about that, even if she could see him perfectly, it would be understandable that an instant recognition did not happen, mostly because he has indeed changed a lot from that slave boy.

A sigh came before offering her an explanation.

Rumors about his athleticism had spread even this far but some part of her had always wondered if the great Olympian was the same as her Orion. Now that she's no reason to worry, Misia crosses the hall in order to stand right in front of him and really try to get a better look. He's much taller than her - probably taller than Elef, too. And what she can make of his build, well, perhaps it isn't impossible that he's won the Games. His features, though handsome, are still lost to her hazy vision.

“I guess… I found a lot of interesting people and had a lot of experiences, so it wasn’t that bad.” He smiled a bit, although the expression looked strange mixed with red eyes and dry tears. “However, I would like to stay in one place now that I know where to search for you.”

And there was certainly one particular place in his mind, but it didn’t matter… Not at the moment. There was too much happiness to tamper it with the fear of waiting for nothing. More so when the other plan seemed to be getting up-to-date with his sister. She had changed so much, he couldn’t wait to know what happened to her after the shipwreck.

“Sure, thank you.” He held her hand back as he said that, his smile turning even bigger. “But I also want to know what has been of you! I was sure that you grew wonderfully, but I didn’t expect this at all from you. A priestess?”

Not like if he complained: being liked by the gods improved your chances of survival in a world that was mostly weaved by their whims.

Soon, they arrived to a beautiful garden and a comfortable bench. But that wasn’t what struck him, but the instructions she gave to a passing lady. So she truly was important as the rumours said… He really had a lot of questions for her, ones that only seemed to multiply with each passing minute.

Which makes her wonder why he's come to the island in the first place. It provides shelter for people passing through but if he had only intended to stop, where was he heading next? There is an stinging sensation in her chest that comes along with the thought of a third separation. Now that they've reunited, just how long with Elef stay on Lesbos?

A question she intends to ask once they've settled outside. In the meantime, she hesitates giving him a full response on the exact nature of her career. Her status as a priestess was a direct result of Sophia showing her how to tap into her inner spiritual power. How do you even begin to tell your long lost brother that the night sky give you hints about the future?

Soon enough they're both seated in the garden and Misia is satisfied with how he immediately starts at the food. It's only fair that she answers his questions now but -- it takes her a moment of preparation.With a slow, careful nod, she tells him: "After the shipwreck, I washed ashore not too far from where we are now. A woman from the temple, Phyllis, found me and helped me to recover." As much as she could at least; not everything could be fully healed with herbs or time. But she hesitates to address this just yet. "The sisterhood has taken care of me ever since. It's a quiet, simple life, but I like it here. I...get to help people in a special way."

Once inside the temple, he truly had no idea about where or to who talk to for help, luckily for him there was a lady that immediately greeted him -she looked so small compared to him-. That hair color, silver mixed with violet streaks, was really familiar, truth is no other similar feature like that one was seen after separating from that ugly and his sister, could it be–? Huh, maybe it is only his imagination, an ilusion caused by the feeling of missing his old friend.  

Then she finally turned around and there was that braid… Orion blinked a couple of times, so there was no doubt it, Moira surely has funny ways of placing meetings together. Well, if she has not seen him yet, then it is time to surprise her.

”Thank you for the welcome, I surely hope so, that is why I came here. It will be good if you can help me, Misia.” His words are followed by a smile, which who knows if she will see it, but this has been quite a nice coincidence. 

Hearing one's name from a strange man's lips is like an icy caress up the spine. For all her serenity, it still sets Misia on a startled edge and coaxes her to open her eyes -- a futile attempt to see who has come. That's the only visible reaction she has, (thanks to the years of honing her self-control) but those that know the woman she has turned into might understand the careful silence she let's hang in the air.

With the sunlight streaming in at his back and the dull candle-light illuminating only the far inner section of the room, it doesn't matter how much Misia squints. All she can see a tall, slim physic and hair that is haloed by too much light to distinguish a color. The fact they stand in Astra's holy home provides a sensation of safety, aided thankfully by the lack of tension set into the air by the man's presence.

It's then that Misia scolds herself; it isn't the first time that someone has come to this place asking for her by name. It doesn't happen often, but nor is it impossible. And she, as a servant to the Pantheon, is obligated to assist all who enter the temple. Once the matter of identity is squared away, she can see to her responsibilities and go about her day as if nothing strange has happened. 

And so an apologetic smile sweeps onto her gentle face. "I'm sorry, my vision is poor in this lighting. Have we met...?" She has no reason to think that after all these years, that spunky young boy would come barreling back into her life as abruptly as he had the first time.

"Misia…" He bawled her name, comforted by her words. He had done well in searching her… His life wouldn’t have been simply complete if he had to live it knowing nothing about his twin’s situation, no matter how much happiness he achieved. "It’s real… at last…"

He spoke as he hid his head in her shoulder, searching the relief and security that he had longed for years. The one that only family could give to one. As lost as he was in the moment, he almost didn’t listen to her question. A pretty good one, truly… He broke the embrace at last to speak, drying his tears with his hands and breathing deeply before starting to explain.

It was necessary, at least for him.

"I was rescued by a poet who had contacts here… I’ve been searching you for years and, after some things happened and I met someone, I decided to ask for help to a friend of him. She lives here, in Lesbos." He started to explain between sobs, making a poor job in controlling himself just like always. Too frank and direct, that was him. "I got notice of you as soon as I’ve arrived here… and I had to make sure that it was real."

And, admittedly, the relationship he wanted to build with Rose had made him impatient in his search for his sibling. To not lose anyone, he found himself in the need to hurry and try every resource he had.

As he presses his face to her shoulder, she reaches with one hand to gently pat his head - a gesture not preformed since their childhood all too long ago. "It's real, Elef." She reassures him - and herself as well. As much as it pains her to hear his tears, Misia is content to stay this way. Finally he pulls away, though, and firstly she must suppress an amused smile at the way he fails to moderate his emotions, and a pained grimace secondly, as he outlines his situation for her. "I see. So it has been a very difficult journey for you..." There is a guilt that suddenly washes over her, twisting the joy in her heart. He spent so long trying to find her and yet she had come to live a simple, fulfilling life on the outreaches of society. The stark differences in how they grew-up seemed hardly fair.

And yet, in the same moment that she thinks these things, Misia has accepted it as the reality that has come to pass. There is nothing that can be done about what has already occurred and thus, she turns her thoughts to what can immediately be done. 

"You must be exhausted. Come with me," she reaches for his hand with a smile. "We will get you something to eat while you rest and tell me more, okay?" Only after he confirms does she lead him back out into the sunlight, down the entrance steps, and around the corner of the temple where a small public garden is kept. Along the way she pauses, asking a very startled attendant to prepare two bowls of fruits and bread; one to provide to for their guest and the other to offer at the alter in the inner sanctuary. Their final destination is a stone bench that is set up under the shade of an elderly tree, to which she insists that Elef sit and relax. And when the younger maiden returns with the aforementioned snacks, Misia meets her part way and thanks her sincerely for her hard work.