"Silver we can't be attached at the hip the rest of our lives," Callan laughed to herself but the laugh was cut short when Asteria spoke to them and finished leading them to her house in Victors' Village. Upon seeing the brilliantly white house, Callan tilted her head curiously in one direction then the other as she scoped out the house she and Silver would have grown up in, if they hadn't been put up for adoption. "Huh, I've always imagined that it would be decked out in diamonds or jewels or something of that sort. But it's... plain..." Callan muttered looking to her mother, "Why? Even our homes have more character than this..." the elder twin said gesturing between herself and Silver. 

Finally, Callan looked to her sister and smirked, "I get to pick my room out first!" She shouted and pushed herself in front of her twin before taking off down the path and up the front steps. Her feet pounded on the gravel way, kicking up little puffs of dirt and dust here and there.