((Not a problem. It's comletely understandable. I can't wait to find out a little bit more of the plot. It sounds like you may have come up with an interesting plot. If you wish, I can have my character's sister come into the picture. I don't mind at all.))

Isis relaxed a little bit when he waved her off. She was happy that he was alright. "Sorry. I sometimes become a little overprotective. I always have been. I no longer have someone to worry about." Her voice coming out as a light mumbling at the end. It was the first time she had spoken about her sister, to anyone other than Mother. It would be impossible to he older woman to rack down a doll that could have been destroyed all those years ago. A small gust of wind shook the leaves of the tree the two sat under, causing a shower of collected raindrops to fall on the two dolls. Isis thought this was ironic, but it brought back memories that she wanted to keep hidden for a long time to come. "You are still lucky to have your brother, despite your differences. No matter how big the hole between you is, you still know that he is alive." Isis turned to look at him once more, a deep sadness settled over her.