Fresh grass began to bloom and the dominant signs of spring sharpened as the melted snow began to finally disappear. Birds chirped, squirrels came out, and the annoying insects you did not see within Frostfall began to appear. Hibernating animals exited their hold in a temporary home and began to make themselves known. Abel and Nym had seemed to do the exact thing. Holding their growing bodies away from the rest of Helovia's people. Rather hiding in the shadows and gathering the information they needed. Natives here they were. Conceived and born in the exact world Isilmians fled to. Their own mother talking of such a land, coming from it with scars and so many wounds. This exact canopy where Brooke had fallen, wounds so terrible and rough that Mirage and her dragon along with Torasin her lover (their father) and his dragon arrived. Mirage and Akaith lighting a fire to help Torasin's lover. Merely weeks before the twins were conceived. Born and abandoned not long after. Realizing their mothers favorite game was disappearing. Twice she disappeared. Now would be the third time.

The thing is though, she wasn't playing this time. She was truly gone forever. Abel was the only to know this. If Nym was to find out their mother was dead, found in the same place they were born, all covered in her own internal liquids.. he would fall apart. She had obvious signs of poisoning. The thing Abel did not know was she was poisoned on purpose, not by accident. d'Artagnan the Nightshade acquired his poison, tipped his horn, and rammed it through her skin. Brooke was lost in her confusion. Hurt and confused. Dying there in foam and blood. Abel coming across his mothers tracks was quick to cover it up. Making Nym believe she was only playing her mere game. As if she would return. Maybe Abel would tell him, maybe he wouldn't. It all depended on the growing personality of his twin. The chestnut was too much alike Torasin, too confined within personal emotional problems. Conflicted with emotional stress and hurt. Holding on to long to something so useless. This was why Abel was the more fit for dominance in the pair.

As they traveled you could tell. Watching the way the silver buckskin tovero walked, you could note the high tiara hold as Nym walked like a working horse. Head lower and muscles put more to use in forwards motion. This did not lessen his power though. Only put him to his place in line between a brotherly hold. A grasp in love. Abel was the first to notice Shyr, paint on a blue roan hide. A beautiful color that caught his attention quickly. Heightening his posture he gently bumped his muzzle on Nym's face, motioning his twins blue eyes to the thin but built frame of a female. Nym began to move forward, disregarding his brothers importance in leadership. Abel couldn't mind much, it was a simple suggestion that this time the chestnut paint had it. "Excuse me madam," kind and formal tones noted her, "is there anything we can help you with?" he finished joyfully. Abel standing behind him. Quietly observing the femme's movements.

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"Abel Speaks."
"Nym Speaks."