[open] There is a sad and lonely comfort in the hollow of your eyes; any

[Præy]

Pray

There's a sad and lonely comfort

They are not easy. They can barely live with each other (but they must). Perhaps that is why their father sent them. Perhaps their father does not hate them.

Or perhaps he does.

But they are here and that is all that matters. For now, the bickering has subsided. Twin pairs of eyes turn to the mare (the color of a bruise, so very interesting. Like their own gray and purple). The violet of those glittering gazes shine in the dim light. For a moment, the faintest glimmer of shrewdness is visible in those purple depths, swiftly gone.

Yes, so he said.
He did. Siberian.
Siberian. Of the Chamber.
Is he?
Of course.
Yes, of course.

But then the name of the general catches their attention. They smile in unison, twin features lighting with recognition.

Kimber.
Kimber.
You are Kimber?
Father said to find you.
He said you would know.
Kimber.
It is a good name.
I like it.

The speak to each other, forgetting for a moment to encompass the others in their conversation. Then, as though remembering, they step forward. One head dips down, the other one up, even as smiles curve two pairs of lips.

Kirin.
Yes, Kirin. Our father.
He sent us.
He said you would know.
He said to find you.
Kimber.

in the hollow of your eyes

Prey

Ok, seriously, I apologize for whatever the heck this is :| Mostly a mess