Arkane Halls

[Kitane Blackfyre]

She hugs him back slowly, unsure of what he meant. She opens her mouth, then closes it, her eyes flicking to Jackal. 'What happened while I was out?' She signs, tilting her head and blinking.

[Cifero Windtail]

Jackal smiled. "Your mom visited." He turned away, and then suddenly reached over and pinched Kitane's arm.

[Kitane Blackfyre]

"Ow! What was tha-" She stops, her eyes widening. "I thought.." She jumps at the sound of her own voice. It sounds foreign, the feel of words forming on her tongue different after ten years of not using them. "..How..?" She says, her voice somewhat hoarse.

[Cifero Windtail]

Jackal smiled. "I was right about your voice being pretty." He chuckled. "You mom fixed your vocal chords."

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar stands up and backhands Jackal.

"That was uncalled for!" He shouts angrily.

He looks back over at Avine, face softening instantly.

"There was... a spectre. I sensed healing energies from it, and after it left, we heard you sighing in your sleep. It claimed to be your mother, but I cannot verify or deny it's claim. It could be, and it could not. It is a gift, and I must say, your voice is more lovely than I ever dreamed, even coming from you!"

[Kitane Blackfyre]

Her eyes widen further and her jaw nearly hits the bed. "S-she.. Fixed them..?" She stutters, her amber eyes confused, though it was more evident in her voice. "U-um.. Thanks.." She smiles slightly. If her mother appeared now to heal her, then why couldn't she have helped her ten years ago? Anger starts to fill in her chest and she stares at the bed, gripping the sheets.

[Cifero Windtail]

"OW!" Jackal rubbed his arm. "THAT was uncalled for!"

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar embraces Avine again.

"Dear, I don't know what you are thinking, but don't get upset over this gift. Neither I, your father, any of the others here, or even - I suspect - you expected it to ever happen. It might not have. It did though, and I, for one, do not want to lose a voice that is such music to my ears." He smiled and flicked said ears pointedly.

[Kitane Blackfyre]

She wraps her arms around him and buries her face into his shoulder. "I don't understand.. Why now? And why not then?" She whispers, her ears folding back. She was grateful for the fix, but she just didn't understand why she didn't help back then. A soft sigh escaped from her and she hides her face in his shoulder, feeling tears welling up as she remembered her mother.

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar shifted, sitting on the bed and cradling Avine, stroking her and making soothing sounds, not even trying to explain until Avine calmed down or let it all out.

[Kitane Blackfyre]

She lays her head against his chest and calms down, blinking away her tears. She sighs lightly and rubs her eyes, getting any of the sleep she might've had linger.

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar continued stroking Avine as he began to explain what he thought.

"I don't know for certain why your "mother", if the spectre was indeed such, did not come and fix it sooner, nor do I know why the healers of this city did not do it themselves. Personally, I assumed the best efforts had been expended, and I could not do better. But I digress. One possible explaination is that it was indeed your mother, and it took 10 years for her soul to finally escape from the Reaper. But there are many more, and I cannot explain nor think of them all. Best not to think about it, I think, and just delight in that you have your voice back."

[Kitane Blackfyre]

She listens intently and curls up closer to his chest, a slight smile crossing her muzzle. "I'm just glad she showed up.." She mumbles, her eyes closing slowly. A lighthearted smile crosses her muzzle and she stays against him like this.

[Lokyar Brightmane]

Lokyar smiled and continued holding Avine, as he turned his head to look at the clock. It was only an hour till dawn. <expletive regarding intercourse>! I've been awake all night... He didn't let his smile slip and just looked down at his beloved, stroking as he thought.

[Kitane Blackfyre]

Still being tired, she starts to drift off in his arms, her breathing becoming regular and slow. She pulls her legs up, a light smile still across her muzzle.