Emerald
Though maybe when she hears my story, she will.
"Topaz," she whispers. My whole body freezes in place as I look into those eyes, those beautiful green eyes. In some ways, mind me so much of Topaz. In others, Emerald are so much prettier. They are brighter and more intense. Looking at them, I can tell she is more determined, wiser, and stronger than her long-lost cousin. And though it sounds very shitty to say, I wish the moon goddess would have waited and given me her.
Emerald clasps her hands, resting them on the island completely calm. She tilts her head, giving me a little smile, "talk to me, Archie, explain."