So much like their maker the twins had always been a strange pair. And for the last year or so...They only seemed to become stranger and more solitary then they had been in they once were in the past. Always waiting to hear word of HIS return.

And now the word has reached the pair...Sending them running back to their maker..Their father..Their master.

So it would be in the eariliest hours of the morning..The sun's light barely breaking the nights cloak...When two girls with hair as black as a starless night...One with it loose and wild the other with it tied tight into a bun. They both wore silks..A present they treasured and only wore when they returned to the Inn..One of white and the other of a dark blue.

Hangs in twined with eachothers they made for Travs office...The younger of the two.Bitting her lip to conceal the joy of seeing him once more...So afraid to make a sound and anger her elder

(I know that sucks but its been a moment since playing the girls.)