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"Carver, it's Cade hold on let me get Callan... Here she is."

"Hello Carver," Callan said softly trying to keep from sounding like she had been crying. "I hope all is well in Seven, but we need to talk. And it really can't wait." Callan said starting to pace the room.

Zale wrapped his arms around Silver and pulled her close to him, his hand rubbing her back gently. "Turn of events really," he said with a little laugh, "Why don't we go start eating- if she needs us she'll find us."
"Silver, I'm scared." Callan whispered wrapping her arms around her sister once more afraid to let go of her. "I-I have to tell Carver somehow. And mom.. Mom is going to kill me." She said suddenly feeling sick again.

Zale walked over and placed his hand on Silver's shoulder, "Callan, I don't know you very well, but if you ever need anything you can write to me and my mother. We'll be more than willing to help."

Callan lifted her tear filled eyes, "Thank you." She whispered as she pulled away, "Cade?" Callan called for her mentor.

"Already trying to get him on the phone, Cal." Cadence said from the drawing room. "Hey, don't you worry Cal. The games are over for you, the same thing won't happen to you like it did your mother. Don't worry. Let's just tell Carver first."
Cal had locked herself in the bathroom for several minutes but when she heard Silver stop outside the door she slowly opened it, and wiped at her eyes. The elder twin looked up at her sister and opened her mouth to speak but nothing but a hoarse whimper escaped her. Trying again, Callan cleared her throat. "So... Do you want to be Auntie or Aunt Silver?" She asked hesitantly.
Callan instantly curled up once again her face buried into a throw pillow.

"Well, you said you'd tell me. What's going on?" Zale asked concerned that Callan might be really sick. He sat on the arm of the couch and ran a hand through his hair messing it up slightly, as he looked from sister to sister.

Cadence opened the door and came back in holding a small bag and handing it to Callan who struggled to get to her feet and head into the bathroom.

Zale paused, "No." He said finally putting it all together. "She isn't...is she? She can't be... Who?"
Zale moved out of the way to reveal Silver's twin, who was now crying hysterically. "Silver... I don't feel well." She said trying to take a deep breath but not wanting to reveal anything in front of Zale but that was a little less than a viable option when she turned around and vomited off the porch.

"Callan?" Zale asked reaching out and putting a hand on her back, "Silver, she can't be home alone like this. Take her home and I'll bring some our dinner over. Callan I'm bringing you some soup and bread. We can have dinner at your house and let our mothers talk, I don't like her being there alone. Where is your mentor, Callan?"

Callan braced herself on the wall, "In town..." She said looking at her sister wearily. "He knows. He went for you."

"Knows? Knows what?" Zale asked curiously.
"I think we can manage that." Andra said as she sat down and passed a plate of dinner rolls down the table, not taking one for herself. "Just dig in everyone, there is plenty here to have, please take some with you when you leave we won't finish this all by ourselves."

Zale began dishing up some crab legs and a bowl of shrimp gumbo for himself, starving but not wanting to make a pig out of himself. He looked across the table to Silver and smiled at her almost flirtatiously but quit when he saw Asteria looking at him. He mumbled a small 'sorry' and tucked into his crab legs.

Moments later there was a knock on the door and Zale stood up to get it. As he opened the door. Callan was standing there, red faced and in tears. "Silver..." He called looking over his shoulder and hiding Callan from the view of everyone else. "Silver I hate to bother you but..."
Zale eyed Silver carefully, his expression read that he figured she was lying and jerked her hand a little bit as if he wanted to talk to her, but then he settled down. "It can wait," he whispered.

Andra moved the last pot full of shrimp over to the table, "Eat up. Would you like me to make a bowl of stuff for Callan? Soup at least? The poor thing needs her strength if she's coming down with something." She said, before looking at Asteria then to Silver.
"A pleasure to finally meet you," Andra said offering her hand out to Asteria. "Four victors in this house, what a treat. I hope you don't find seafood, Asteria. It's all we have unfortunately, or fortunately- however you want to look at it."

Zale looked over to Silver, "I'm sorry, Callan isn't feeling the best. Maybe the sun got to her, although being from ten I don't know how that would happen." Zale said pouring everyone something to drink.

"Yeah Silver, she seemed fine when you two went to the beach - did she eat something when you two were out? It's awfully odd that she suddenly came down with something to not want dinner." Andra asked.

"Perhaps it was watching us that turned her stomach," Zale commented with a smile as he handed a drink over to Silver.
Lol that's what I'm doing with all my new characters.
Zale opened the door and smiled seeing Silver, but when there wasn't anyone with her he looked a little concerned, "Where's your other half?" He asked curiously, before letting Silver inside. "Dinner is being set out right now, although I'm a little sad you didn't bring everyone with you. We made more than enough." He said offering his hand to her and leading her into the dinning room where the whole table was spread out with a feast from the ocean.

Zale's mother Andra came out with a smile on her face, wiping her hands on a dish towel she crossed over to Silver and hugged her tightly, "I'm so glad you could make it Silver. It's been a long time." She said before pulling out a chair from the table, "Sit down, sit down."
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