<span style="color: #FF0000">Firrae</span><br/><br/><br/>The blonde , lithe, girl hopped onto a black horse. She smirked as her bodyguard came rushing forward, ready to mount his horse.<br/><br/>"No Ranir. I dont need you to come with me. You stsy behind and watch my mother." She smirked. Ranir would do much more then watch her. The small man ran back into the castle, exited as he was given a chance to have fun. Firrae stared beyond the mountains. Fisraee was heading straight toward her. She had picked up a pretty good-looking human along the way too. She would arrive in Lexia before they did, giving her time to set her trap. She unraveled the clothed object in her hands to stare into a handheld mirror. Her lips curled into a lopsided grin as she spoke to it.<br/><br/>"Show me, That man's Power." and as she watched the mirror unravel the man's secrets, a plan blossomed in her mind.<br/>"Beautiful." She took the reins in hand and sent the horse speeding down the mountain path. She was going to have some fun. She slid the mirror into her hand, and made contact with her sister.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00BF">Vira</span><br/><br/><br/>Vira's head buzzed with images. Images that turned her face bright red. Vashen's lips agianst hers. Snuggling in bed. Him giving her a kiss on the forhead. Her dying in his arms. Her eyes went wide with fear with the last one. She shot a glance up at Vashen. She had to admit, her heart was beating fast on all of them, except the last one. With a sickening squeeze, her heart just about stopped. What was going on with her? And then words like silk poured into her head. And she found her mouth speaking those same words, in a broken-lifeless tone.<br/>"Vashen....Have you ever been in Love?" With horror she shook her head and just about slapped herself.<br/>" Im sorry. Dont pay attention to that. My head is jumbled and my mouth and brain aren't cooperating together very nicely." More like, someone was making it that way. Then she had an Idea. She reached out with her mind, towards the disturbed image of herself. But her idea fell flat. Nothing came of it.