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To this day, the understanding of people's faces eluded them both. It took only a word, even half of one, for them to read the mood of the speaker, and the scent of tears or rage of joy were all familiar to them. But expression was strange and foreign. Their own faces moved, joy made them smile and anger made them furrow, but for Sana and Riall, the feel of emotion is all they know.
It took them so many years just to understand the images around them in their vaguest wholes, comprehending subtle sights was not something they were capable of. So, their faces did not change at the wicked grins of the strolling customers. They looked calm, serene even, in their strange and identical way. Like a woman sitting by a mirror, alone in meditation, neither movedd other than to breath, as their eyes focused on a point just beyond their bars.
The ribbons of blue and white wrapped tightly around their bodies were the only difference, the only identity they had. The ribbons wrapped twice around Sana's neck, and once around her left arm. For Riall, the ribbons went around the neck four times and nowhere else. Though, perhaps the one with the armband was Riall. Who could say?
It was their icy perfection, still as glass, that drew Absinthe's gaze. They did not flinch at the sound of footsteps, as the new were prone to doing. Nor did they have the subtle rage of the angered, or the dead eyes of the broken. Their eyes were white with blindness, as they had been since birth undoubtedly, but he could feel them focused on his body as they passed.
He stopped his sister's thoughtless, annoyed march. She had given up finding some new soul to consume, and admittedly they had passed a wide array of different choices, all painfully identical.
Twins, though, were a rarity in the market. They were almost never put up for sale, kept instead to be trained as staff by the shops owner. Twins were a symbol of rank, in a way. The two girls, seemingly blind, would make a fine addition to their collection of purchases.
"White ones are boring, Abby. I do not want someone so submissive until after we've beaten it out of them."
"Hush, look at them. See their eyes?"
"And blind, no less. I certainly do not want blind ones."
Very suddenly, both pairs of eyes moved, their pupils narrowed and widened again as the two girl focused on the strange pair watching them.
"I am Sana and I am Riall." they said, in a matching tone. Or, perhaps only one said it, and the other moved her lips in sync. "I am not blind. Sight eluded me at birth, but I have made it mine again, by rite of magic."
The twins stared down into the twins pearly eyes. "They can see, Abby."
"I told you, they are special."
"We want you."
The brother and sister smiled eerily at the caged girls.