Two minds, one soul, one body, yet still two. They had been joined together for so many years now; each knew what they were going to say before the other did. Of course, it helped that one of the minds was telepathic and had slowly coaxed the other into being a low-level telepath.

"My hair is turned red again. Blond with red streaks…looks like I got a bad dye job." Pushing back a wisp of hair the girl's eyes twitched and looked sideways to a different face in the second mirror. Winking she went back to looking at her own reflection. One eye blue and the other green, a small nose and almost too thin of lips. Biting her lower lip, she purses them and for a second looked a bit fuller.

"Humans, so vain with their appearance. You weren't like that before," The second face's lips didn't move, but, then, they didn't need to. Her mental voice loud enough to be heard by 'outsiders'. "Of course I remember you also saying that you were going to grow up to be a princess, then marry a short red head with a beard."

"Yea, missed that one didn't I?" With a grin, the more human-looking female applied a shiny lip-gloss and pulled her hair back into a half ponytail. The wedding ring on her finger giving off a faint sparkle, as the sapphire's caught the shine of the vanity's lights. "I still am a princess."

"Just as a pet name from your mate. He's waking up." With a wink and a quick grin, the lilac face vanished, and the mirror looked more like a regular mirror showing off a different angle of the human face in the first.

As if on cue a sleepy tall, black haired, stubble covered face appeared. His eyes half closed and his body moving shakily, unlike the grace it normally carried. Stumbling to his wife, his arms slipped around her waist and his head came to rest on her shoulder. "Mornin'."

"Morning sleepy head." Tilting her head, she rubbed her cheek against his as she continued to straighten her clothes and finish her morning ritual.

"Talkin' to Zajac?" Yawning he turned his face slightly and pressed his nose into her neck, mumbling on the rest of his sentence.

"Yea…common UP! It's a good day, the sun is shining, and your girl is going to make omelets before sending you out to mow the lawn!"

"Oh, goody…mow the lawn…just what I wanted to do."

"Oh go take your shower."

"I want steak in my eggs, wench!" Scratching her sides, he pulled back from her and kissed her neck softly, before pushing her to the door. As she disappeared out of the kitchen, a slow grin covered his face, "Love you, my Thiana."

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The day was almost over, lawn mowed, animals taken care of, and the house given a good cleaning, inside and out. Thiana draped herself sideways over an oversized chair and Zajac mimicked the pose in a full-length mirror on the wall. If only one were to notice that they were reading different books pages flipping at different intervals. Twitching slightly, Zajac looked up from the book and glanced around the room. On her side of the mirror, nothing was out of place, only backwards.

Raising an eyebrow over his paper, Thiana's husband, Daemyn, watched the lilac child look around. Sometimes it unnerved him to know that she was real. Sometimes it spooked him to hear her voice. Sometimes he forgot that the two of them were harmless. But, he knew that Thiana loved him, knew he loved her, and knew that Zajac held their lives in her hand…so he accepted them both. Not something most humans would do.

So, now he watched her, and then looking to Thiana he saw her twitch. Her eyes still in her book but they weren't moving. They heard something; something on that link and he had a feeling it wasn't good. Slowly closing the paper he reached forward to toss the section on the coffee table. Standing he moved over to his wife and knelt down, raising a hand to pull her book down he watched her eyes as she didn't even fight the movement. "Hon?"

Zajac's eyes snapped over to the sound and she watched the physical form her mind rested in and opened the link between them more, trying to hear where Thiana was. Then, she could start to hear it, a soft song that travelled through the stars. Taking in a sharp breath she started to smile before the song twisted. Something was wrong. Something was starting to scream. As if on cue both girl's clutched their ears and screamed as wave after wave of pain rolled over their linked minds.

Clutching Thiana he saw his reflection only holding hers and his heart almost stopped, he never saw the two apart…what was going on? His attention was pulled back to his wife, as her body convulsed and she just collapsed against him breathing hard. "She's in pain…she's been hurt. She'll crash…" Her words coming broken he just held her tighter.

"Who…who is coming?"

Zajac's voice ripped through the air in almost finality, "Doctor!"