Damn it, she had to go missing then, of all times.
Artem thought the world of his sister. August was a beautiful soul, had a wonderful heart and did her best at all times. There was only a slight unfortunate aspect - her memory was not excellent, and her timekeeping was even worse. Anything could distract her and draw her away from whatever it was that she had meant to have been doing, and it seemed that was exactly what had happened today. What had meant to be a brief excursion to search for a lost necklace had crawled on for over an hour, and worry had consumed him. He had to go and find her. She could have gotten anywhere.
"I swear to god, when I find you, August.." His angry muttering would do no good, but he still felt the relief of getting it off of his mind.