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There is a sense in her, as in him. It is something no one can explain. Perhaps it is something that twins possess. As exhausted as she is, as much as her eyelids droop on the verge of closing, she could not find sleep either. Shutting  the door behind her, she slowly makes her way to her usual spot on the bed. The steps are steady and silent to prevent the wooden floors from creaking. 

“Ethan,” the twin sing-songs, meeting her brother in the middle of one of the halls. Fabric and furs are tightly packed under one of her arms. “Before you go in for your council meeting.” Opening the space between her arm and her sides, her other hand is quick to grip part of the garment before it falls, allowing it to unravel and reveal a brand new cloak. “I made this for you.” 

The cloak is decorated in embroidered branches around the chest, the white and gray stitches contrasting against the dark fabric. Ethan is not the one for gems. Northern fashion is practicality above all. The distinctive green of the Ironwood tree’s leaves drape down the sides. Talia makes sure each detail is perfect for her twin. She allows him to admire it for a moment before circling to his backside to properly place the cloak upon his shoulders. It is fastened with an Ironwood pin made my the town blacksmith before returning to face her other half.