The twins didn't quite follow the remainder of the crew, drifting almost unnoticeably into the trees that surrounded the temple. No one had answered any of Aderyn's questions, which she took as permission to do what she wanted. If no one was focused enough to make anything like an actual plan with details and decision, it would not hurt to have the pair of them shadow walking. While Neo's complaints drifted into the air the twins dropped away out of sight.<br/><br/>The mages were... loud. The pair exchanged rueful grins and a couple of nudges before Islwyn leaped to grab the closest branch and pull himself up. The trees didn't last long, and the plains outside the city were... too empty. He enjoyed the height while he could. Aderyn strolled below him, and yet above the snow, no longer leaving footprints in her wake. Islwyn watched the shadows stream about her form for a moment and then made an impossible leap to another tree, circling wide around the group.<br/><br/>Aderyn stopped and sighed, calling softly, "Brother." Without worrying if Islwyn would have heard her soft call, she drifted back to the group, a grimace on her face as she let her boots once more sink into the snow. Not that it was really walking through snow that made her grumpy. It was the copious amount of already dead people in these parts. Except for the little bit of energy holding their strings, there was no use to them, nothing to feed on. She stopped, close enough that the humans could identify her, and closed her eyes. If she could determine the vibrations of the energy, she would have to expend less of her own to destroy useless dead things. They had a moment.<br/><br/>She stood near the back of the group of mages, off to one side. As she focused on other magic she allowed her glamour to slip back to a more habitual appearance, forgetting that only Neo had seen her with a mohawk. Still in the shadows it was difficult enough to tell her from her brother, dark cloak covering all but her boots from sight. It was fun to change, but foolish to fight in unfamiliar guise least something about it trip you up.<br/><br/>Islwyn saw the drawn gun and with a soft grumble he followed his sister and got closer to the group. No point getting hit though he assumed the man was able to put bullets where he wanted them. He supposed he could try out his own gun. He closed his hand around it, focusing. The shadows fought him. Metal didn't poison him the way it did many others, but his magic still didn't like it. He spent some of the time waiting swearing and then gave up on the idea. Maybe Aderyn could talk her magic into living inside lead. Now motionless, he waited.