There is a strange quietness about her, but she has the rare ability to communicate almost as well through body language and aura as she can verbally....Outside of the club, you flag down a cab. Mindy snuggles up next to you in the back seat, and deeper conversation finally ensues. She is originally from a rural area of the Midwest, she tells you; but the way of life in the Big Apple has always appealed to her because of its tolerance for unconventional lifestyles. That comment sounds a little. "YEAAAH!" Something seemed to burst within him, a cleansing rush of fire through his veins. His sword swung in great looping circles. Those who could scrambled out of the way, scattering into the brush like rock lizards under the swoop of a hunting bat. Pulling his pony around in a tight circle, he raged through them again and again, until none stood before him. Dimly, he realized that someone was calling his name."Shantar! Stop! They're all dead. We've got to get away before any more. That's what had happened last time.He'd been pretty upset about it at first. It didn't take much to get Pappa upset. First of all, any man with a name like Pappa Peep would be easily riled up. You just can't go through puberty with a name like Peep and not get wagon-fuls of shit about it from boys with normal last names. He'd wondered for years why in the world his Mamma would have named him Pappa, when he HAD a pappa. It wasn't until she was on her death bed that she admitted that when he was. "Hello, I'm Robbie." He looked at Kate as he took her hand in his. "You must be Kate, descended from the fairest of Scotland's Queens, your skin flawless ivory, your hair black as coal and in your eyes the fires of a passion that cannot be quenched. Fairest Kate, I'm your humble servant."The girl was slack-jawed as Robbie raised her hand to give it a fleeting kiss and then replaced it on the table and turned to the twins."Though I don't know your names I do know that never has there been two.