15th Cylus, 721
It was a rare trial indeed when Seira and Seri did not spend most of it together. But with their eighteenth birth trial coming up on the first of the next season, they each wanted privacy to start working on their gifts to each other. It probably would have been easier if they just went out and bought something. And while they were far from rich, they did have the money to buy the occasional treat or gift if they planned ahead and saved up their money. But they had a tradition of making gifts for each other instead. It had started back when they lived on the streets of Rynmere, and they didn't have the option of buying birth trial gifts for each other. Now that they did, it still felt...more personal somehow if they made gifts for each other rather than buying them. It was something special that they shared between them. For everyone else they cared about, they would buy gifts when the occasion arose. But for each other...it had to be something they created themselves.
To that end, Seira was sitting at her desk with a blank sheet of paper in front of her, pen in hand. Singing was the one thing that she could do well, and music had been a part of their lives for a very long time. So her birth trial gift to her twin this arc was going to be a song. More specifically, it was going to be a song that she wrote just for Seri.
Seira thought about her twin. Who was she as a person? She was fierce when it came to protecting those she loved, but she was also kind and caring...if only towards the people she trusted and loved. Seri was practical. She was slow to trust in others, but once she did, her loyalty to them was unwavering. She was strong; strong enough to survive living on the streets with only Seira to rely on until their mother had taken them in.
As Seira thought about who her twin was as a person, she wrote down her thoughts on the sheet of paper in front of her. Her handwriting was atrocious, but it didn't matter. Not for this. Right now, she was only gathering the information she needed to come up with a song for her twin. She was the only one who needed to be able to read her notes, so it didn't matter how "pretty" they were.
When she had finished writing down who her twin was as a person, she began jotting down notes on a new sheet of paper about what Seri had done in her life up until now. She had played the hang drum and the fiddle while Seira had sung as the two of them tried to earn enough money to eat when they were children. She had struggled to learn what they were taught in school when they skipped classes more often than they attended them because survival had to come first. She had comforted Seira when nightmares made sleep impossible in the trials after she had been trapped in Low Town for trials as the Iron Hand had fought their enemies. She had been brave enough to trust their mother when she had offered them a home, and they all made the move to Rharne. And so much more.
The next thing she did was to write down what Seri meant to her. Seri was her...everything. Her twin sister. Her best friend. Her constant companion. Her world. Seri was one of two people whose loss would utterly destroy her. Seira needed Seri in her life the same way that she needed air to breathe, and she knew that Seri needed her just as much.
