Silvi’s tail curled uncertainly around her leg as she tried to make sense of the duo who’d been sparring in the streets; their ability to instantly move from one place to another was like nothing she’d ever heard of, and their mirror imaging of each other raised even more questions for her.

[b]"I'm Ebony."
"I'm Ivory."

"Who has fought grimm before?" 
"Who has fought grimm before?" [/b]

[i]Please tell me they won’t be speaking like that ALL the time…[/i] She thought. She was sure they must fine it ‘cute’, but to Silvi the novelty was going to wear off [i]really[/i] fast. “I have,” She said in response to their question. “Nothing major, just a few boarbatusks. My aunt is a huntress, and she has been instructing me, on and off, when she’s been in town.”