Aneira hummed quietly to herself as her hand made sweeping motions, a pencil held in her hand. Her knees were drawn partially to her chest, her sketchpad resting on her thighs as she drew. A half-finished rose stared up at her as she continued adding petals to the thorny flower. The girl was wearing her usual assemble of a skirt and white button down shirt, knee high socks encasing her slender legs. A rustle drew her attention and she glanced over at her twin who was reading beside her. They always did this, the only time they were ever in separate beds was when it was time for bed.
Alastair, feeling eyes on him, glanced around. He caught his sisters eye and gave her an inquiring look. She just shook her head to signal it was nothing and went back to her drawings. The older of the two continued to gaze at his sister, wondering if it was just nothing. This wasn't unusual behavior for him; he always over-reacted when it came to his sister. Eventually, after he stared at her for a few moments he went back to his book, swiping his bangs out of his eyes in order to see better.