Tosie

Had he traded a father who wouldn't listen for an uncle who doesn't either?

Aren visited the Kolten family house, for want of something better to do. He'd been with Tosie earlier, which was good, but had begun to feel lonely and bored since then.

(( This would be written in untidy handwriting, as Damosel writes things right there and then. And if you're going to ask about the spelling mistakes, may I remind you that it's her notebook. ))

When we were kids, Corrinne and I used to wander the woods near the farm. She always seemed to know what path to take, which way was the right way. Whether it was a keen sense of direction or some kind of intuition I could never figure it out. While I'd blunder along in the underbrush, following false trails and ending up turned around, there would be my twin, finding me to guide me to our destination.