>>5974128They’re strikingly beautiful, and complected strangely but not albinic - their skin is as pale as could be, but their long lustrous hair is a hue of pink instead of white, and their eyes are a blue clearer than the morning sky. Twins, they are, or close enough to it, and dressed in matching teal dresses and yellow cloaks of a fine but simple make. Slight and pretty, you find yourself a bit jealous of them, or perhaps it is simple admiration for the fair pair. Your contemplation is ended as a chill runs through you - <span class="mu-i">you recognize their song.</span> It is a haunting and ethereal thing, soothing the soles of the winehouse’s patrons, but you know it to be <span class="mu-i">your verse</span>, sung just earlier to Casimir.
Those two are no common singers, and the tones of their familiar song carry <span class="mu-i">power</span>, thrumming and filled with life just as your song with Casimir is.
>Avoid the gaze of the twin singers, try to keep close to Ahriman. Have a drink as well, just one - at your weight any more would be unwise, but you could use the calm. With Casimir somewhat distant, you feel the curse more keenly - drink might help.>...You must meet these singers, they seem foreign even to these foreigners - If they know a song that came to you earlier, they must know something of you, or Casimir, or another beast of his kind. Something, surely. Wait until their song finishes and speak to them in private.>Sing! Sing with these women, you feel a kindred spirit of some kind with them. Keep your disguise on, which may look somewhat odd, but you know you can join in and do so well.>Write-in. 