Writers POV
The two sisters stood in a trance for so long it seemed like they hadn’t even been given the luxury of life and breath, their lips moved in chaste synchrony and their words reaching higher crescendos.
The two glowed with the hue of the moon that was being shone into the room through the slightly opaque open ceiling top in the middle of the room and the windows that stood tall and proud precisely approximately three feet long and 5 footings wide.
Who needs a window that large??
Their words soon became hushful whispers as they finally regained some of their sanity from being imbued with magic to power their master. Their eyes glowed a sharp shade of red and delved back into black. The eyes coloring would have been an unusual thing judging by the abnormality of it but rather
