He glanced at the mirror and frowned. His reflection was blurring, and not from the steam. He leaned closer, squinting to get a better look.
"Tristan! Breakfast is ready!"
With one last look at the mirror, Tristan left the bathroom and got dressed.
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He ruffled his little sister's hair as he walked into the dining room. "Morning, Liz."
She smoothed the short, straight strands and glared at him. "Tristan!"
He just chuckled and sat at the table. Eliza was a cute little ten-year-old, with sky-blue eyes and fair skin that made her bright red hair look that much brighter. Some of her classmates had made fun of her once or twice, but in her case, the stereotypes about redheads were completely true. Now no one made fun of her hair or anything else, and everyone was better off for it.
Then Tristan blinked and looked closer. Was she...different? The aura was very slight, almost nonexistent, and he couldn't confirm whether or not she'd changed. There wasn't anything unusual about her, but there hadn't been anything unusual about Jared or Blair either.
"Tristan, what're you looking at?"
He shook it off. "Nothing. How'd you sleep?"
She shrugged. "Okay. You?"
Another frown. The faintest wisps of a dream lingered in the back of his mind, but no matter what he did, it refused to leave him alone or let him remember. "Okay, I guess."
"Good morning!" his mother said, walking out of the kitchen. Emily Young looked like Liz, with the same red hair and blue eyes, but while the daughter was stubborn and short-tempered, the mother was cheerful and accommodating. She put a plate on the table in front of her son. "Hurry and eat, or you'll both be late!"
"Yeah Mom."
"Sure Mom."
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