Triplets are like, and unlike twins. They share a strange and supernatural bond, like twins- but they are not twins. They can't be twins. There are three of them. Fraternity plays a role- you can have two of one and one of the other, that is. But not in this case. No, here, they are all one and the same- physically. And, were it not for a lucky strike, they would be even more so.
As it is, the oldest, Raiko, has hair that curls and snarls, and spurns the advances of her mother's efforts to tame it. She cries the most, red mouth opened wide and wailing, faint sparks flying off her hair- blue fire strike out- and inside her is sleeping, is squalling something ancient and wise and too entirely big for her little body. She screams and she wails and she is half crazy, mad and screaming with pain and her mother, it is only her poor and working mother- her mother who is traveling by night and moving them away from Amegakure- who can soothe her.
Her sisters can soothe her for a time, wrapped as they are tight to her skin, small bundles of soothing air and cooling water but she needs her mother to sleep through the night. Well. Through the day, considering what her mother does during the night.
Shadow flitting through the trees and balancing a bundle of three on it's breast. Darting, darting, never seen, never noticed.
Iga.