A Curious Confluence of Twins

[iamnotpolaris]

It was shortly after she had finished classes for the day that the constant low-key hum of her sister's mind in the back of Emily's head brightened. 'Hey Emily, (guess who's new/did you know we're getting new students today/there's something noteworthy about them/I am prodding you to guess even though we both know I'll tell you anyway)'
'Mm? (vague curiosity/not terribly interested in playing guessing games/I'm sure I'll be more interested when you tell me)' Emily returned
'(Picture: two faces, one male, one female/female face, name attached: Arya/male face, name attached: Ezra/twins/Ezra=telepath/Arya=flight(+danger sense)/juxtaposition: Arya in flight+Edie floating on bands of metal/juxtaposition: Ezra+Edie telepathing)
'...You were right. That is interesting,' Emily noted. '(Query: location/location 1 Edie/location 2 relevant not-us twins/location 1=location 2?)'
'We're (me/othertwins/all three of us) in the library (picture: open library window) I thought maybe you could give Arya the air tour?'
'Alright, I'll be right over,' Emily sent, changing course towards the library.

random pointless swirls

[sturdycoldsteel]

The shaper known as Steel is flying down the right side of a road, shoring up the edges of the bluestream that lets her lift herself off the ground as she goes. Sure, she'll be a bit clumsy and weak when she gets to Opri, but she's not planning on doing much more stream-shaping today, so might as well.

She glances at the bluestream (the magical vision blinds her physical vision for a short moment, but not long enough to crash into anything) and determines that this next crossroads is where she needs to turn. She tilts to the right...

...And lands on a patch of orange grass in a forest clearing. This is not the town of Opri. She opens her eyes and ears to the bluestream, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The bluestream here isn't a nice, orderly, useful pattern like on the roads, or the formless fog that it usually decays to after a while. Instead it's a riot of random patterns swirling around, wispy and confused and obviously not designed to do anything useful.

Steel, deaf and blind for a few seconds thanks to her peek at the bluestream, stands very still and is very confused.