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"There are no souls frozen in the ice."
The voice is as multifaceted as a diamond. Both masculine and feminine, whimsical and severe, interested and dispassionate.
"Despite the rumours that suggest the opposite."
Another voice, and yet one that is precisely the same, adds.Together the twins stand, clothed in robes of a gentle and unremarkable brown. If the cold bothers them at all they give no indication of it as they turn barefoot on the ice to regard both the hybrid and his companion. With eyes of piercing spring-green, hands clasped comfortably before them, they are as aloof as they are entrancing.
