Craven? I think not.

The twins emerge from the forest, hands clapsed together as they silently make their way back to the compound.

Eric raised his head from the edge of the bath, frowning. He sensed the twins were awaken from the slumber.

The younger twin and regent guides the elder twin inside. Both caked in dirt. "Hm..." Maharet hums thoughtfully as crystalline cerulean eyes glance at the ceiling upon hearing movement. Those bright blue eyes fall to the mirror's hand that squeezes her own. Speaking through touch alone the regent leads the Queen up the stairs and into the luxurious bath that's currently occupied. Upon seeing her progeny, Maharet offers a small smile. "Eric...E 'bello vederti."

"Margaret, my heart," He gave her a devastating grin. His beautifully sculpture features looked breathtaking in the dim light: "It has been too long. You both look as if you are in need of a bath."

The twins emerge from the forest, hands clapsed together as they silently make their way back to the compound.

Eric raised his head from the edge of the bath, frowning. He sensed the twins were awaken from the slumber.

"You have woken." Small curl appeared at the corners of the chiseled lips.

Out and about!