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The early afternoon is calm, the kind where time seems to stretch just a little longer. You’re out back, in the open space behind the lodge, the crisp mountain air filling your lungs. Pozyomka, your older sister, is out there too, hanging freshly washed clothes on the line. The breeze carries a hint of spring, enough to make the soft fabric ripple as she fastens it in place. Her ears flick back at the sound of a bird, a curious robin hopping across the snowy ground.

“You know, I still remember hanging laundry in the middle of winter,” she says, her voice light, eyes focused on her work. “The clothes would freeze stiff in minutes. You had to take them inside and thaw them out before they could dry.”

There’s a playful tone in her words, one that says she’s more amused by the memory than anything else. Her tail sways gently as she works, completely at ease in the afternoon light.

The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable. It's the kind that settles in after years of being in sync, where words aren’t always necessary. You look at the line of clothing flapping softly in the wind, each piece a small testament to the routine you’ve both built here. The mountains rise around you, silent, steadfast—a familiar backdrop that has always been there, a part of your lives.

Pozy turns, eyes glancing over the open field, arms resting at her sides. “It's... interesting, we should go for a walk later, maybe down by the creek, in tranquility.” Her smile is small, but her eyes brighten, a silent invitation hanging between you. "It's been a while since... y'know...?"