Abbey Randelle: **Standing 5'6, Abbey is beyond graceful, sliding like a ghost from place to place, each movement purposeful and smooth. At 19 years, She's thin and lithe, built like a gymnast, with long slender legs and a willowy frame, just budding with svelte curves. Her Slender build is contrasted by a thick white woolen overcoat, that hangs just above the knees of white satin pants, tailored perfectly. Her hair is fashioned into a wispy pageboy, and from under the starkly white mass of thin strands stare two unwavering grey eyes, set into a pale triangular face. The only real color of note is that of her lips , which curl up in the corners as though she's enjoying some private joke. She's a picture of purity and class, voice never above a murmer. (app4-pure)**

Abbey Randelle: *she stands at a counter, waiting patiently as the clerk and a manager speak about something a few feet away, shuffling through paper work. The long case down her back would be a hazard were it not so carefully kept track of amidst the displays and breakables*

Annika Brandt: She steps into the store, pausing and stepping aside to let Tatiana in after her. The girl is Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in all black...boots, pants, and shirt...practical clothes fitted to her form. [Pure Breed 5]

Annika Brandt: ((Delete first sentance. :P))

Annika Brandt: ((Actually, don't. Ignore me. Post stands as complete.))

Abbey Randelle: *Grey eyes slide to the door, and linger a moment as she adjusts the strap of her blade case, gaze flicking over the girl who entered with mild interest. A muted curl of pale lips, polite, before she folds her hands in front of her and looks to the manager approaching*

Tatiana Brandt: She is a mirror image of Annika - except for one, simple detail. Where Annika wears solidly black, and pants, Tanja wears solidly white. Her clothes are made is a nod back to tradition started in the shadow of the black forest, but updated, somewhat more modern. A knee length skirt, white boots for the sake of practicality, a long sleeved white shirt. White. Entirely.

Annika Brandt: She looks Abbey over, calm blue eyes examining the young woman at the counter for a long moment, appraising, as Tatiana enters. She inclines her head toward the woman slightly, her expression cool, the slightest of acknowledgments to her.

Abbey Randelle: *Another glance as a flash of Tatiana's cpale clothing draws her attention, white eyebrow arching upwards a moment. The Albino regards the twins, a polite smile to tatiana as well before keen grey eyes spot an error, which she points out to the manager taking care of her* It will Urgahaldt madam. ~Urgahaldt~. *its a murmer as she spells ot again quietly* U-r-g-a-h-a-l-d-t.

Annika Brandt: She starts to move out, but pauses as she hears the name spoken. Her eyes shoot to Abbey, and then back to Tanja, brow raising. An unspoken communication from one twin to the other. Ingvar.

Tatiana Brandt: A brief glance passes from Annika to the skinny, if graceful, albino. Her smile is polite but distant, and she comes to a stop just beside her other.

Tatiana Brandt: A very faint nod to Annika at that. Only slight gestures really -need- to pass between them, mostly unspoken.

Annika Brandt: A slight nod, and she turns, moving toward Abbey, this strange creature who speaks their Warder's name. She approaches at Tatiana's side, coming up a few feet short, giving Abbey time to finish her business with the merchant.

Abbey Randelle: *a pale hand takes the offered pen and signs the form she's presented with, slight darkness around her wrists barely perceptable above the cuff of her coat. She murmers thank you and sets the pen down while the woman scurries to the back to get something else. A slight pinch of her lips at the woman's incompetance. Grey eyes glance up at the twins as they approach her, her hand slipping casually to the strap of her blade case. a polite curve of lips as she steps out of there way to allow them at the counter* Good afternoon.

Tatiana Brandt: "Good afternoon," she answers. Tanja does not speak in a whisper, a murmur, or any other soft and humbled voice. She speaks directly. Firmly. Not without politeness, and a certain unspoken regard for this smaller, younger woman. She stands side by side with her twin, the same that's guarded (more or less)...Her posture isn't noble - it's disciplined, and there is most definitely a difference.

Annika Brandt: "Good afternoon." She smiles to Abbey, lowering her head slightly in a polite inclination. She takes the initative to extend the greeting further. "This is Taitana Brandt, and I am Annika, her sister. A pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"

Annika Brandt: ((Smiles faintly. Gaah, damn missed words.))

Abbey Randelle: *Ah. Introductions is it? A deceptively delicate hand is extended with practiced grace to Annika, and then Tatiana in turn, girl all poise and decorum, even in such odd circumstances* Abbey Randelle. A pleasure to meet you both. *polite smile, muted and proper. *

Annika Brandt: "A pleasure, Miss Abbey Randelle." She looks at the hand a moment before shaking it. A formality she has quickly learned the use of. "Apologies for overhearing, but we happened to hear a familiar name...Mr. Urgahaldt?" She tilts her head a little to the side. "I would assume this to be Ingvar?" Practiced formality, politeness.

Tatiana Brandt: After Annika, she takes Abbey's hand. She looks like the type that would normally shake - an honest and firm gesture. Instead, she takes Abbey's hand as offered, tilting slightly to actually hear the murmur. Abbey's hand is released easily, and soon. She keeps her sister's tone, though in trying to -hear- Abbey properly, she's not an exact mirror just now. "Our pleasure, Miss Randelle." Annika seems to have voiced her own curiosity as well - or else she's simply the more reserved of the two.

Abbey Randelle: *The hand is exceptionally pale, only color of note a small silver looking ring, with a good sized marquee diamond flanked by two smaller rubies. She shakes both hands lightly and folds her hands in front of herself again, murmering* Why yes, Miss Brandt. That is the Urgahalt to which i refer. If I might be so bold.. Are you an associate?

Tatiana Brandt: Her smile warms marginally, largely still polite and similar. She nods once, and only once. "Yes, of a sort," she begins, and allows her sister to continue.

Annika Brandt: "Of a sort, yes," she intones calmly, hands coming to rest in front of her, folded together with both palms turned inward. "Mr. Urgahaldt is...sponsoring us while in the city for schooling."

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow raises, manager still plugging something into a computer system* Of course. *she murmers, slight chill enveloping her as the pale girl tilts her head up slightly. A polite smile. perhaps slightly more muted then before* Mr. Urgahaldt is a generous man. What is it you are receiving schooling for, if I might inquire?

Annika Brandt: A corresponding pale brow goes up a tiny bit at the woman's reaction...otherwise, her face shows nothing but politeness. "You may, of course. General studies at this time, from Columbia University...we have not decided on a specific course of study yet." A moment passes for that to sink in, before continuing. "If I may so ask, Miss Randelle...how do you know Mr. Urgahaldt?"

Abbey Randelle: Mr. Urgahaldt and I are engaged to be married. *She murmers, eyes meeting Annikas. the manager brings further paperwork, and abbey glances to her, then back to the twins* A moment, if you please. *she half turns, making a few selections with short check marks, and signing her name in elegant calligraphy. A polite quirk of lips to the Clerk as she murmers thank you*

Tatiana Brandt: Tatiana looks with polite curiosity to Abbey, feeling no apparent need to add on to Annika's summary just now. At that answer, a look of understanding dawns into her eyes only - her expression doesn't much change. Abbey's busy a moment - she sends a glance back to her twin, arching up a white-blond brow and smoothing the wry look again.

Annika Brandt: "I see." She looks over to Tatiana, a brief flick of the eyes, as Abbey turns away from them. A slight tilt of the head, perhaps a slight furrowing of the brow and another unspoken statement there, before she looks back. "Congratulations are in order, then."

Tatiana Brandt: "Yes," she agrees, slightly softer voiced. "You are a lucky bride to be. Congradulations." Simply, but genuinely spoken. Another glance between them. From Annika, out elsewhere into the store, then back to Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: *she swivels back to them once done, hands drifting back to clasp in front of her* Thank you, Miss Brandt. *that apparently goes for both of them,from the slight inclination of her head to Tatiana and Annika in turn* I shall mention your sentiments to Mr. Urgahalt. *oh she'll mention more than that to the treacherous hungarian bastard...*

Annika Brandt: "Thank you, Miss Randelle." She inclines her head slightly before it returns to that disciplined, straight postured stance. "Apologies for holding you up...it has been a pleasure to meet you. I trust that we will see each other again in the future."

Tatiana Brandt: "Our thanks," she offers politely. And yet, honestly. Go fig. Tanja's hands clasp before her much like her sister's have already, and she inclines her head, then straightens once more. A momentary pause, and a very slight, harmless smile. "We would be remiss to delay you any longer..."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed, delightful to meet you both as well. May you have a pleasant afternoon. Good day. *She takes a measured step back before turning on her heel, and gliding gracefully from the boutique, long line of her blade case swaying slightly on her back as the chill socialite slips out into manhatten*

Annika Brandt: She nods and steps back to let Abbey pass by, then looks to Tatiana a moment, before turning to head toward their original intended destination.

Tatiana Brandt: She mirrors Annika's gesture, stepping the opposite way to open this space. They seem to in time with each other. A brief nod in silence, and after Abbey's passed she begins to head off with her sister into the shop for real.