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With placid lucidity Callim understood what transpired before them better than perhaps even Lilette Blackbriar herself. They were, at once, proven right and wrong. The pull of fate had been too strong, too absolute, and while the seer was entirely aware how varied the possibilities fate could...

As Lilette Blackbriar stared down at her shoes, her form slouching when she should have been able to hold perfect posture forever, the twins would stay utterly silent. Their thoughts communicating back and forth rapidly as she whispered out her painful, heartfelt reply. In truth the two of them...

Cassian would speak first, elbows on his knees, looking ahead. "I suppose.... I am Cassian." Callim, sitting somewhat sideways to more directly face Lilette, would bow his head. "I am Callim." The twins would pause, their expressions shifting subtly, no doubt they were communicating at the...

It was an odd thing, even novel in Arethil one would think, to be observed by two people who could be said to share the same thoughts and have it not be wholly inaccurate. The shy demeanor, the biting of the thumb, the ephemeral quality of her movements, for a moment Lilette Blackbriar could say...

Callim simply gave a slow, placid smile at her question about their blindness. Meanwhile Cassian would sigh softly at her pointed question about the crossbow. Both noted the motions of her pointed ears, though each had their own thoughts on the subject. Cassian, for one, thought the motion...

Callim would tilt their head just slightly, an almost coy smile upon their lips, something between playful and secretive at being referred to as a "mystery voice". A chuckle lighter than air and more brief than a spark would leave the blind human before he pointed his masked face approximately...

Blind Date with Lilette Blackbriar ~ Strangely enough Lilette was not the first of the supposedly destined trio to arrive in this secluded glade. Literal foresight had allowed Callim to glide rather seamlessly ahead of both Lilette and his brother to wait for the vampire. Sitting peacefully...

Blind Date with Lilette Blackbriar ~ Strangely enough Lilette was not the first of the supposedly destined trio to arrive in this secluded glade. Literal foresight had allowed Callim to glide rather seamlessly ahead of both Lilette and his brother to wait for the vampire. Sitting peacefully...

Cassian would, rather brusquely, clamp a hand over Lilette Blackbriar 's mouth and hold a gloved finger up to his own lips. Not making a noise during either motion before he lowered his gloved hand from her lips and, touching her cheekbone just below her left eye, would draw a line through the...

As Lilette spoke aloud Callim would give a soft gasp that echoed out to her mind, not from what the vampiress said but rather the skeins of fate shifted with rapid, irregular motions. Converging in a fashion they were seldom to allow themselves. In these sparse futures Callim saw the approach of...

Cassian only moved just enough to stymie Lilette Blackbriar from keeping him in her sight. Callim had shared the visions, how dangerous she COULD be, if she chose to and his finger tensed to pull the trigger when NOTHING she said satisfied him. Only for Callim to gently speak in his mind...

Callim gave a simple psionic pulse to their brother. A signal that Cassian recognized that, finger still on the release of the crossbow, they would simply answer. "I would like not to. As for your deception you can move faster than any mortal woman has any right to. Your sense of smell is...

Callim's breathe would begin again, the skeins of fate alighting with possibilities, the cold chill of the bog muck beginning to make their knees go numb but they persevered. A soft, hurried whisper would reach out to his brother. 'In the future wherein you attempt to slay this creature, she...

With Callim's silence Cassian would begin to stalk forward, the tread of their step matching the rhythm of the sluggish waters lapping the docks. With the distant cries of frogs and other creatures in the swamp, their scent masked by the circle of smelling salts scattered about. The only warning...

Callim would go still above the waters, the skeins of fate beginning to converge and coalesce to a finer point. The fractal visions presented by the pool of water sliding together from a kaleidoscope to a more manageable crystal of fewer possibilities. None of those that advised Callim to leave...