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Azura was the puzzle. Was that the future, when he was an adult? Was he going to go there as part of a Tazian mission to reunite the two races… whilst Tullia was on Haven… bringing all three races together… setting in motion the restoration of their full Aurigan heritage?
Tingling with excitement, they imaged a strange mixture of a scene: half Azuran flikker, half HoloWrapper Adventure of imagined Aurigan times. Flanked by a dragon and a unicorn, they were two Venerables, each known as “Purple”, and wearing totally over-the-top robes, presiding over the celebrations of the restoration of the Aurigan Dynasty…
CHAPTER 7
A GOOY MESS
The day after the twins’ disturbing adventures started well. Washed and dressed, they stood looking out of the bedroom window. They were trying to adjust to the fact that they had spent a large part of the previous day not merely working together, which was not unusual, but openly admitting that they needed to rely on each other.
That had been their life until they were twelve. From then on, each establishing their own identity had become very important. Even so, that had to be within the structure of their intense and unique genetic relationship. For a time they each had had their own bedroom-cum-study. More often than not they had ended up together in one room or the other, often squashing their four best friends in with them.
Eventually, they had persuaded their parents to let them have the attic as their domain for everything: a combination of individual spaces and sharing spaces. One large room artistically, or not according to their mother, divided into spaces for sleeping, studying, playing and a separate room that Qwelby called GirlySpace. Even Tullia agreed that she spent far longer in that corner then he ever would.
One day they would discover that Siyataka’s roof had been changed to its unusual shape shortly before they were born, that their extensive wheedling, carefully explaining how easy it would be to convert the attic, had been unnecessary, and that their parents had so enjoyed the twins’ inventiveness that they had made them wheedle for longer than originally intended.
*
Recalling how good it had felt when Tullia had cuddled up to him, wanting to be cared for, Qwelby decided to humour her by letting her arrange his thick hair into her latest style for him. As he watched in Mirror the green lights flickering around the comb and brush, they thoughtshared their feelings about their Out-Of-Body experiences.
Their Images quivered and their faces grew older. Tullia’s hair became full of thin plaits interwoven. A style she had never effected. Qwelby’s hair had grown so long that it was pulled back behind his head in a mane. They sensed each other trembling with anticipation, and saw the dull yellow of fear flickering at the edges of their auras.
Tullia pushed her twin’s hair into a fringe, then swept it away as she broke eye contact and steadied her anxiety. ‘Breakfast.’
Feeling excited, a little fearful and in need of reassurance, instead of sliding down the twirlypoles they walked down the stairs side by side, careful not to hold hands. They were fifteen-years-old. Togetherness was one thing, getting mushy for a second day running was not on.
*
Their mother was very much a homemaker, taking pride in managing the family farms at Siyataka and Lungunu, giving instructions to the domestic appliances, and occasionally even cooking by hand. Full of living wood, Kitchen looked and felt old and rustic. ‘An energy balance with the all the hi-tech equipment in my husband’s part of the house,’ she would say to surprised guests. As she moved around Kitchen it filled itself with a sound like branches happily rubbing together in a soft breeze.
As they all sat down, the miniature twistors in Tullia’s earrings broke away from their restraining gluons. Chaos resulted. The kitchen ended up looking as though a whirlwind had swept through it.
Mizena was so
Tingling with excitement, they imaged a strange mixture of a scene: half Azuran flikker, half HoloWrapper Adventure of imagined Aurigan times. Flanked by a dragon and a unicorn, they were two Venerables, each known as “Purple”, and wearing totally over-the-top robes, presiding over the celebrations of the restoration of the Aurigan Dynasty…
CHAPTER 7
A GOOY MESS
The day after the twins’ disturbing adventures started well. Washed and dressed, they stood looking out of the bedroom window. They were trying to adjust to the fact that they had spent a large part of the previous day not merely working together, which was not unusual, but openly admitting that they needed to rely on each other.
That had been their life until they were twelve. From then on, each establishing their own identity had become very important. Even so, that had to be within the structure of their intense and unique genetic relationship. For a time they each had had their own bedroom-cum-study. More often than not they had ended up together in one room or the other, often squashing their four best friends in with them.
Eventually, they had persuaded their parents to let them have the attic as their domain for everything: a combination of individual spaces and sharing spaces. One large room artistically, or not according to their mother, divided into spaces for sleeping, studying, playing and a separate room that Qwelby called GirlySpace. Even Tullia agreed that she spent far longer in that corner then he ever would.
One day they would discover that Siyataka’s roof had been changed to its unusual shape shortly before they were born, that their extensive wheedling, carefully explaining how easy it would be to convert the attic, had been unnecessary, and that their parents had so enjoyed the twins’ inventiveness that they had made them wheedle for longer than originally intended.
*
Recalling how good it had felt when Tullia had cuddled up to him, wanting to be cared for, Qwelby decided to humour her by letting her arrange his thick hair into her latest style for him. As he watched in Mirror the green lights flickering around the comb and brush, they thoughtshared their feelings about their Out-Of-Body experiences.
Their Images quivered and their faces grew older. Tullia’s hair became full of thin plaits interwoven. A style she had never effected. Qwelby’s hair had grown so long that it was pulled back behind his head in a mane. They sensed each other trembling with anticipation, and saw the dull yellow of fear flickering at the edges of their auras.
Tullia pushed her twin’s hair into a fringe, then swept it away as she broke eye contact and steadied her anxiety. ‘Breakfast.’
Feeling excited, a little fearful and in need of reassurance, instead of sliding down the twirlypoles they walked down the stairs side by side, careful not to hold hands. They were fifteen-years-old. Togetherness was one thing, getting mushy for a second day running was not on.
*
Their mother was very much a homemaker, taking pride in managing the family farms at Siyataka and Lungunu, giving instructions to the domestic appliances, and occasionally even cooking by hand. Full of living wood, Kitchen looked and felt old and rustic. ‘An energy balance with the all the hi-tech equipment in my husband’s part of the house,’ she would say to surprised guests. As she moved around Kitchen it filled itself with a sound like branches happily rubbing together in a soft breeze.
As they all sat down, the miniature twistors in Tullia’s earrings broke away from their restraining gluons. Chaos resulted. The kitchen ended up looking as though a whirlwind had swept through it.
Mizena was so
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