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"What are those lines for?" Linh asked. "Shadowing." Keefe answered as he drew the filled sitting room, that everyone was in.

Alden and Della had apparently 'talked' with Keefe's and Linh, so they weren't making out every chance they got. "Why is Tam a stick figure?" Linh asked. Tam's eyes snapped to Keefe. "It's the space he's taking up. I'm drawing Foster right now." Keefe's said, startling Sophie. "Me?" She asked looking up from brushing Myth.

"No don't move! No...." Keefe groaned. "Just go back to what you were doing Foster." Keefe said. "I can't, not while you're drawing me." Sophie said. "Fine I'll draw Fitz." Keefe said moving his pencil across the sketch book, he looked up just as Fitz tossed his book down and stood up on the couch, striking a pose. "This has always been my good side." Fitz smirked.

Keefe rolled his eyes, but they spotted Dex and Biana lost in their own world, as they leaned over Dex's desk, as he turned small palm sized gadgets. Keefe's pencil flew across his paper. Sophie smiled before going back to brushing Myth.

Tam fiddled with his imparter, as he sat on the white beanbag. Sophie watched him for a moment before he felt her eyes on him and looked up. He frowned at her. Sophie made a grumpy face making Tam give a quiet scoff, but a smile pulled his pale lips up. His imparter glowed and he looked down at the words. A smile stretching across his face he stood up and walked to his room. Sophie sighed, apparently Tam and Stina had started talking. Again.

"So what does this line do?" Linh asked pointing to Keefe's sketch. "It balances everything out, it gives me a scale of proportion." Keefe explained. "How do you know which pencil to use?" Keefe explained to Linh, with out complaining or looking bord. In fact he looked happy she was taking an interest. Sophie watched them and realized....they were empaths, just by a brush of a hand they knew what each other felt. Linh and Keefe were sensible teenagers, and they'd never jump head first into something they didn't understand....at least not Linh.

They really did like each other. "What are you thinking?" Fitz transmitted. Sophie looked up, to see him with his arms folded over the back of the couch, half his face was hidden, but he stared at Sophie with such intensity she had to look away. "Everything and nothing at once." Sophie transmitted, the bond between them was no longer a thread that could snap at a single word or mistake. It was like the thread had turned to a rope, braiding itself into her mind, weaving through her DNA and wiggling into the very essences of her being.

The rope didn't feel long, but it wasn't short either. Fitz's mind was just out of arms reach, if Sophie wanted she could the rope and she could feel Fitz's mind pulled closer to hers, allowing small bits of energy to pool between them. They had experimented with pulling each others minds closer. When they had both pulled at once, it felt as if their brains were melding together, weaving and latching onto each other. Sophie had seen the first memory in Fitz's mind, was of him and Alvar staring down at a new born Biana.

It's what had created his character, he had known he had a responsibility to take care of. He had a sister to protect. Fitz had seen one of her earliest memories that had formed her character, of who she really was, and it wasn't nearly as joyful as his.
In fact Sophie had been at a funeral, dressed in a black dress, she was allowed to lay a white rose on the small shiny black coffin. Another one of Fitz's memories came but Sophie had shoved his mind away. Both were breathless and wide eyed, their minds...they had completed training. At any moment they chose they could become fully trained cognates.

Fitz and her had talked it out and decided they wait to join minds. They both wanted to have some privacy a little longer. "I know what you mean." Fitz transmitted. His eyes never leaving her. Sophie finished brushing Myth, throwing the shed fur into the trashcan. Myth rolled around on the floor. Sophie brushed herself off, before going to sit on the couch. Fitz faced her and she him, "Can I ask a favor?" Fitz asked without using his voice. "Depends." Was Sophie's answer. "Now you can tell me to shut up and find a book to read."

"Fitz what is it?" Sophie asked as Fitz nervously played with the tassel on the edge of the weaved blanket. "Can I look through you're scrapbook?" He asked, as Sophie leaned back in the couch, placing her socked feet on the coffee table she stilled. She hadn't looked through the scrapbook since she had left her human family. Sophie's eyes went up to the bookshelf, where a few books on cognate training, the books Fitz had been reading and her scrap book, with a few of her own books. "What's wrong Foster?" Keefe asked not looking up from his drawing. "Nothing just thinking." Sophie told him, looking back at Fitz nervously. "Don't worry, you don't have to let me look through it-" Fitz cut off as Sophie picked up her scrapbook.

She motioned him to follow her. Sophie's room was simple and she kept it clean. With white walls broken carpet a bed, with floral print bedding, and  dark curtains. Sophie kept her clothes folded and put away in the dresser, her shoes neatly by the door, it looked as if the room were empty. Sophie sat on the bed. "Close the door." She told Fitz as she crossed her legs. Fitz closed the door and sat beside her. Sophie swallowed as she stared down at the front picture, with her on her twelfth birthday.

She places between her and Fitz, resting the book on both their knees. "That's your sister?" Fitz asked. He had only seen Amy when she was passed out, even then her bangs had been in her face. Sophie nodded. "Yeah." She said before opening the cover, opening the book, she let Fitz hold open the cover. The beach, "We had a picnic that day." Sophie said. "A seagull had snatched half of Amy's sandwich, from her hand." She said smiling at the memory.
Fitz chuckled, "She took mine, since I wasn't eating." Sophie said pointing to the sandcastle she was building. "Is that-"

"Foxfire." Sophie nodded, at Fitz's question. "Mr. Forkle didn't erase everything then." Sophie said her fingers lingering on her Amy's face for a moment. Sophie wished she could see her in real life, to see the way her green eyes sparkled with mischief. Sophie turned the next page, and nearly burst into tears. Josh Loskie was between four year Sophie and one year old Amy. He had his arms wrapped around both their shoulders. His bright smile as goofy as ever, with one side tooth missing.

Four year old Sophie had her arms wrapped around Josh's neck, and Amy looked unsure of what she was supposed to do. They sat below the elm tree at a park, that had a small kiddie tree house above it. Amy was also looking away from the camera as if Mom was distracting her.

Josh wore a bright blue shirt, and his sandy brown hair was messy and looked as if he had been shocked by lightning. His sandalled feet stuck up, it had been a warm summer. Sophie had on a shirt identical to Josh's with blue shorts instead of tan. Her brown eyes sparkled just as much as Josh's, her hair was pulled into a pony tail and they looked like two happy kids, with a whole life ahead of them.
Amy however still looked like a baby with a pink dress and black shorts, her chubby face was confused and unsure.

Sophie brushed her fingers across Josh's face before quickly turning the page. Past the time of her fifth birthday, Josh had sat beside her as she opened presents. He had blown out the candles with her, and he had even let her clip a blue butterfly clip in his hair so they would match. Three pages were filled with pictures of her and Josh, then they stopped.

Completely.

The next page was when Sophie had started scrapbooking again. She was nine when she found it in herself to start scrapping again. She had saved the birthday pictures of herself and Amy she had messily placed them on one page, it was clear she had skipped a couple years, and hadn't really cared about making it look nice. Sophie pointed at a picture of her and Amy. "Amy had turned five there. We went to go to the pool. Amy always loved anything to do with water." Sophie said, realizing the pictures felt absent without Josh.

Around the same time Josh died, Sophie's telepathy had been triggered, the childish sparkle had gone out of her eyes, and her smile seemed pushed forward. Though some were real, she remembered feeling alone, not only because Josh was gone but because of the painful telepathy. Fitz didn't ask about Josh, he seemed to realize now wasn't the time. "Here...I turned ten." Sophie said pointing at a picture of her and Amy, it was clear just how different the sisters were. Amy was open and had a wide smile, Sophie's body language was withdrawn and she seemed more distracted by thoughts then the present. "We went to visit my Grandparents in Montana then." Sophie said, pointing to the picture of her Dad's parents, who looked like common grandparents who owned a small farm.

"And there?" Fitz asked pointing at Sophie on a zip line, with a red lifejacket. "That was Amy's ninth birthday, she wanted to go to Disney Land. They had a zip line there and we all had to take a turn." Sophie said rolling her eyes. She'd take the zip line over fighting a demon on the wing of an airplane any day. "There I...." Sophie frowned at the picture. Sophie was dressed in a purple and grey print dress with black leggings and sneakers. She had never wore- Sophie pulled the book into the lap. Sophie was looking around her surroundings in wonderment. Her blond hair had been braided to the side, her eyes were bright again.

She stood somewhere in front of a green building, that looked to be like a green café and garden, however in white letters, the sign said 'Leanne's'
Something twitched at the back of Sophie's mind. Sophie looked to be about nine or ten. She this look of absolute wonderment as she stared at the person behind the camera. Inside the café a very familiar woman stood in the window under a leap master.

"No way." Sophie breathed as she pulled the picture out of the four black edges that held it I'm place. "What is it? Did you visit another country?" Fitz asked. "Why does the sign say?" He asked. "You can't read it?" Sophie asked. Fitz gave her a look as they leaned over the picture. "No it's... It's not English, or Enlightened language...and it's certainly not in runes." He said. Sophie stared at the sign, it was easy to read, as clear as English. "This is the memory Mr. Forkle took." She said. "But where is it at?" Fitz asked. Sophie focused hard, she had run into the Lost Cities by accident. Mr. Forkle, he had taken her to...Germany. She had...she hjad started feeling guilty about Josh and her mind started breaking....he had given her libium to clear her mind, but she had her allergic reaction.

"Germany." Sophie said. "Fitz..." Sophie looked at the teal blue eyes. "We found our key to get home." She said.

(Who do you think the familiar elf under the leap master is?)