Aphrodite gestured at her brother as she made her way to the door after paying for her water. She knew her brother wasn't telling all he knew but that would be discussed at a different time. She didn't wait for him to catch up knowing he would in little time. Her brother seem to be wanting to question where she was going but his antisocial nature was telling him let it be. She smiled brightly when she caught site of her new house. It held red roof roughly still intact but fighting to stay alive. The bricks were dusty brown and dull before she stepped on to the wooden aching porch. The dirty white wooden door before her glowed at bit in what sun could reach it from under the porch. It was smaller than the average house but big enough for her and Drake. It didn't belong to her as she hadn't bought it. But Drake had a friend who owned it and was off an about at the moment.<br/><br/>Not waiting for her brother she openes the door, smiling at the boringly colored navy blue wall. She looked over her shoulder at her brother as she walled down the little hallway.<span style="font-weight: bold">"This seems like your house."</span>She giggled at the reference of his old house back in the city of Galden. It was almost as if this house was half of a replica of course there were many over all differences but the main idea of the house was similar to his and this made her wonder. Has Drake been here before?<br/><br/>Drake didn't laugh like his sister at her comment instead he frowned. This was his house and her's as well but she didn't remember that no she lost her memory of being little. She only remembers being ten when our parents died. He wanted to tell her but he had brought her here to try to remember. He still didn't know who had killed their parents. She did but it was locked in a part of her memory she never accessed. She was taught not to acknowledge it by their groups leader. He watched her touch the statues and then head to the kitchen which was large for such a small house. Steel table with a white cloth over it. The floor shifted from carpet to tiles as you went into the kitchen. The tiles were a dule gray and needed a good cleaning. He would do that one day maybe, but now he was just hoping his little sister would remember. She had been the one to see there parents die but there leader at the time locked it away. Of course the leader himself, didn't know that they were playing by their own rules in this world now. But he soon would once he found who killed his parents and why.