• tab Enair, odd green eyes vacant, sat in the snow, her black dress flaring around her crossed legs. The city lamplight overhead was flashing, its' weak glow fading in and out of existence.
    tab She tilted her head like an owl, and her pupils dialated. Roaming the green lines of the Outer Thought, she focused on Zachary Henar, probing his thoughts. Metal walls slammed down, and she growled in frustration. Working harder, she pushed her mind deeper into his own. She didn't get much, but it was enough. He was talking about them.
    tab Raqerz will be avenged, she thought determinedly, her thoughts turning to planning their strategy. The moon looked depressed in the dark sky, which the city lights bled. A solitary star danced amongst the black clouds, flashing a silvery blue.
    tab Nesertala stood ten feet from her sister, working around the slide. She lifted the body of a Griega look out and set him up at the top, contemplating his dead body with her pink eyes. Silently, she kept him from slumping to the side with an outstechted hand, and in the other she produced string. She tied one piece to the bright yellow metal above the slide and pulled his cold hand up to her. Working methodically she tied the other end around his hand, and did the same thing with his other hand.
    tab She then positioned his legs and stood, staring. After a moment of contemplation, she reached out and used her index fingers, pulling his mouth into a smile.
    tab The picture was a sick sight. The young Griegan, who was still in his teens, looked as if he had found his long lost childhood in the solice of a full moon night. His hands were in the air, like he needed his balance, and the fear in his eyes and the smile on his lips told the world he held trust in his mother, who would no doubt catch him at the bottom.
    tab "Nicely done," Enair praised, acknowledging her sister's artistic talent. She stood up and started walking towards the road, ready to find a place to stay the night.
    tab Still standing, Nesertala paused at the bottom of the slide. Enair thought that her twin only did these things to vent her emotions, to use her artsy flair in a grotesque way. But as Nesertala stared up at the scene she had created, she desperately wished for him to be hers, to come down the slide laughing, heart in his throat, and perhaps come leaping into the arms of his mother. She wished alot of things, things she couldn't have. With tears in her eyes, Nesertala stored the image in her mind, keeping the little dead boy close to her heart, pretending the memory was a happier one, and that it was hers.
    tab Slowy, she joined her sister in the road.