Reflection

FlashGuardian13: Sunlight streams in the windows of the dojo, the first radiant beams of the day streaming in upon the place where lovers found rest in each other's arms, comfort after the rigors and trials of the previous day. The light beckons sleepy eyelids to open, a cheery greeting after such harshness. Wounds have healed, in part thanks to Flash, though some wounds may go deeper. Curiously when Anwyn wakes, the other side of the bedroll is vacant, its covers carefully replaced over her to keep her warm. Flash's presence is known to her swiftly, however, as her senses slowly come awake. Anwyn can hear movement in distant corners of the dojo ... as well as a tune being pleasantly hummed by one whom she holds dear, its music wafting through the air alongside the crackling hiss and smell of eggs and sausage.

Misendeavor: Consciousness comes slowly, eyelids compelled to blink against the golden motes of light at first refuse a stubborness not often seen as the exhausted woman clings to sleep with the fervant hold of a drowning woman to a life raft. The respite of sleep had been blissful, dreams of flying of warm, sensuous companionship and safety with her Flash...Only with the thoughts comes the realisation, reaching for the place she still felt him to be at first, his warmth indented into her side where they'd curls as cats all night, never once parting from the others touch from the moment she was freed. At first, and for only a moment confusion reigns, vivid expanses of field green eyes flaring to take in the haloed room...his pillow reached and hugged fiercely while she tries to wake enough. Misendeavor: Then though...Yes, a smile, the reassurance of his humm a lullaby to the child of her psyche, he was close, and from the blankets up to her chin, he was still as caring. It's the promise of sausage and egg that pulls her from her warm caccoon, the scents smoking into her senses and reminding her viciously how hungry she truly is. One of Flash's robes pulled on over her vest and shorts, the large garmet tied taught to her narrow waist and folded up several times to reveal her hands. Her hair a flaming mused mass, streaming over her shoulders like wildfire to her waist as she pads barefooted to find him, already humming his tune. FlashGuardian13: Flash can hear a harmonious melody meeting his own amidst grilling breakfast, smiling at their voices so unison. There is no kitchen, of course, so a breakfast such as this is both rare and difficult. The cooking skillet is in his hand, its handle glowing a deep red with heat that seems to be generated from his hand ... a table and chairs nearby has already been dressed for two, complete with tablecloth, plates, silverware, glasses, and a bottle of starfruit juice from the exotic and sweet fruit that grows here on the island. Bread, butter, and jam have all been laid out as a warmup. As Anwyn enters the room, Flash looks to her, all grins. "Good morning, angel," he greets her, his voice soft and cheery as he makes his way over to her. Arms that long to hold the waking woman are occupied, so a gentle kiss of greeting must be settled for, mindful of the skillet in his hot hands. "Have a seat. The eggs are almost done."

Misendeavor: The kiss is met, and raised by a stroke of her fingers across his cheek, and up to tuck an errant strand of hair from his eyes back away, eyes twinkling in the warmth of his sunbright smile. There's amusement on her features at his take on cooking, as novel as it is inventive, breathing deeply of the sublime scents of unhealthy food, jsut what the morning calls for. The scene though, well, it's almost too domestic, too perfect, the lovers slotting so easily into each others lives. 'You're spoiling me, Mister Flash.' Her grin, teasing, though shadows can't help but lurk behind the green of her eyes, like bugs in grass. The bare footed, sleep softened woman makes her way to the table, sliding herself into a chair with an unconscious grace that grew with each day, with each new modicum of self-assurance. She was a flower in the first blushes of bloom before him, roots winding so easily about the oaken ones of his own. .

Misendeavor: The bottle of juice picked up, both glasses filled with the sweet perfumed drink and then a sip taken that steals her breath into a smile 'You're too good to me, Flash, truely you are.' Very softly spoken, gazing lovestruck at him, drunk on the sweetness of the gesture and the exhaustion of the past, not even thinking of the dark metal collar that graces her swanlike neck, a beautiful shackle

FlashGuardian13: Flash smiles, eyes closing at her caress and chuckling at her attendance to his rebellious hair, hair whose color and shape gets its structure primarily from the magic so prevasive in his being, a fact that few are aware of. As she calls his name, he grimaces at her use of a formal title, replying with a narrow eyed grin of his own. He returns to his cooking even as she takes her first sip ... no doubt she had noticed how he'd also used his magic to chill the juice to just the right temperature. Nothing too perfect for his love, no comfort too soft after a harsher yesterday. The eggs having finished, he sets the skillet on the table, ready to serve. "It isn't much, really ... it'll be easier once we have a real kitchen, and rooms of our own." A large spoon is dipped readily into the eggs, which appear to be well seasoned and covered with cheese.

FlashGuardian13: Flash takes up the opposing seat, smiling across the table at her for a moment, forgetting the warm food before him as he gazes to her ... only then does he notice the collar. "We'll need to see about getting that thing off your neck sometime today."

Misendeavor: The girl was observant, her lover already aware of the world so bright through her eyes, every nuance treasured by the vivacious woman. Flash more treasured than any other, it's there in her smile as he sits across her her, the way her spirit wraps so tenderly with his, coiled in an eternal ying yang of complete harmony. 'Our own rooms?' She hadn't even thought of it, but now it makes her beam at him, reaching to take his hand as she leans across to kiss him softly, lips sweet with the lingering taste of the juice. Daring to hope... 'Perhaps...Well, as this is a place of learning, we could...well, build a home close by...Seperate work from home?' Misendeavor: Her eyes seeking his for a reaction as she leans back, content to play mother as she serves the eggs onto the plates equally, not bothering to dusguise her hunger with a smaller portion. 'The collar does not bother me, I feel I...should wear it.' It doesn't look that bad to be truthful, the hematite band, tooled lightly with glyphs settles onto her collar bones, giving her skin a sheen, and somehow making her hair seem brighter when opposed to the dark matte.

FlashGuardian13: Me nods, a light laugh upon his lips after so sweet a kiss, hands clasping even as spirits intertwine and embrace. It didn't matter how humble the lifestyle is ... so long as Anwyn is a part of it, his days will always be bright, sharing in her youthful exuberance and appreciation for the little things ... and her hopes for the future as well. "I actually had intended to build a sort of dormitory as a side building," he tells her, happily reaching for his fork. "It would house the students in smaller rooms with bunks on the second floor ... also have a formal kitchen, dining room, and commons on the first. I was thinking ... possibly making the third story into a kind of master bedroom. Nothing too extravagant, but someplace apart from the rest." He takes his first bite, nodding satisfactorily and hastily going for a second. At her suggestion of keeping the collar, he lets out a low rumble of disapproval.

FlashGuardian13: "If you like ... I suppose it really doesnt' look that bad on you ... but I'd worry about any sort of lingering effects of the magic there. Perhaps I'd best look at it at least, and make sure there's no possibility of a second ring awakening its abilities."

Misendeavor: The girl listens to him speak, enrapt as always by his description of his vision for Redfang, his excuberance for the topic had long since sparked her own love of it

Misendeavor: . Her fingers gently stroke against his, with the calm insistance of a placid sea against the shoreline 'A Pagoda of sorts...' The girl not one for a fuss, as humble as needed, used to sleeping under trees and in the forest on her escape, having a pallate was a gift, having a man to love and a bed to hold him in a miracle she had no intention of letting go of 'It sounds...Like heaven...A place for us...I, well...I know it will be an extravagance, but perhaps, there is a chace of a small balcony to sit and watch the sea?' The sea had long since become a fascination after all, her calm. Flash's near growl jerks her gaze back to him, swallowing a mouthful of egg before she responds 'If...if it is dangerous to our safety I will of course let you try to remove it....I don't want to ever be..Like that,again.' FlashGuardian13: Flash smiles, able to clearly picture in his mind all that Anwyn sees. Even the balcony will be no big stretch from the design currenly being worked over in his head. He nods. "I don't think a balcony will be too much trouble," he assures her. "Though perhaps we should make such a luxury available to the students as well. No reason to spoil myself any more than the others." Flash's own heart is humble, needing little. The entire project of Redfang has never been for Flash's benefit, but for the people. Such has it been since Redfang's founding. He smiles, letting her words roll again over his tongue. "Our own piece of heaven here on earth." His eyes close dreamily for a moment at their shared vision, after which he pats her hand comfortingly before returning them both to their meal before it grows cold.

FlashGuardian13: "What that must have been like ... I can't even imagine. But I can assure you I would not wish it upon anyone. I'll take a look at it sometime after breakfast." He reaches for his juice, still chilled from before, yet pauses before he brings the glass to his lips. "Anwyn ... can I ask you something?"

Misendeavor: 'Of course, perhaps one day I will even find the skill to teach from our balcony, it will be a fine place for meditation...A perch between man and the stars.' The girl glances up at his question to question, a whimsical smile still painted like a child's version of the sun in a cotton candy sky 'You can always ask me anything... You know that.' Though curiousity flits into her gaze like the dark flecks of birds. Fingers stroking to the warm metal at her throat, toying with it, forkful of egg still hovering between the plate and her lips as she waits, watching him, not commenting about what is was like, not wanting to find words for being a puppet on a vicious string. FlashGuardian13: Me nods happily, taking a quick sip of his drink before breaking into what will certainly be an awkward subject. "I can remember seeing, in your memories, your hometown. You had family, and a life there. I know things were not always easy, but ... is there anything you miss? Anything you wish you could have taken with you?" Flash's own eyes look to her with a curious hunger.

Misendeavor: The contents of the fork fall like a sudden avalanche of snow back to the plate as the question startles her, not what she was expecting at all. Her vivid gaze wider, though it's eclipsed by the darkness of her pupils. The memories surge unbidden from the recesses of her mind, dancing though the branches of her memories as windchimes in a storm. The cradle of family life a distant one, the memories shared between that constant soul bond they share, mother, father, a brother older and growing stronger by the day, laughter and music...Farmers, humble and proud of hardwork. Then, the coming of adolescence....And the horror that follows for all 'I took everything I could with me, my memories, my love, my fear and regret.' A vicious shake of her head that sends red curls flying

Misendeavor: 'I can't miss them anymore, I can't miss anything of it, I have to live for the future, and the present of life you've given me.' There's a vulnerability to her so similar to the girl she first was when she arrived, a hauned hollowness to her slowly maturing features. FlashGuardian13: Flash's eyes close slightly as the many images of her past stream past, like a school of fish swimming by. "I'm sorry," he tells her, looking away. "I knew it would be awkward ... I just had to know." A mumbled thank you is given, and a sad sort of smile for the life she left behind as Flash returns to his breakfast. There is a two-fold reluctance in him ... wishing he hadn't brought it up in the first place, as well as his dashed hopes for a different ending to the topic. Breakfast silently resumes, though Anwyn can clearly sense a stirring within his spirit. His mind is now on something else ... some kind of surprise.

Misendeavor: 'You have no need to be sorry, I love them still and...They loved me.' Her words fumble just a little, but there is that familar brightness to her soul, hope kept alight by faith. Her hand reaching to stroke the back of his 'And, it was only by taking their belief in me that I got this far, to you...' Blessing him with another of her bright smiles Misendeavor: 'My mother was called Szidane, she had hair like mine and tried to teach me to sing...My father was Farrend, he toiled the fields every day of his life and loved the land. Then my brother Hadrien...He left before I was grown, I don't know where he is now...He had dreams of a life bigger than what we had.' The child smiles whimsically again, the stirring teased at by the tendrils of her rainbows, trying to seek the surprise like a child looking for presents the night before christmas.

FlashGuardian13: Flash cannot help but smile at her reassurance, happily listening to her recounting of her former life. "It must have been nice," he tells her softly. "Having a family like that." Flash's gaze falls to the plate of food before him, taking a few more bites, his attention drawn to her seeking spirit. "Looking for something?" he asks her aloud, confronting her suddenly.

Misendeavor: "It was...nice, yes, love....But nothing compares to the simple joy of these moments..." Soft smiling as she glances at him, her mental probe, subtle as a brick wall pausing at his glance. The girl startles a moment, then a smile overruns her lips, tugging like a gleeful child on her cheeks, leaving pinpoints of dimples "Hmm, me? Oh... I just thought I left a few old memories laying around in there...Like odd socks in a wash-tub." She knows she's been caught out, but those huge green eyes of her as as pure as the driven snow. A laugh just spilling from her lips before she stifles herself with a finally delivered forkful of eggs. FlashGuardian13: Flash keeps his eyes upon her, the bright smile and the shake of his head telling her he doesn't buy it for one second, hiding his thoughts behind the back of his mind, the gift moved out of reach of searching rainbow fingers. And yet at the sight of such innocence, those shining eyes and twin impressions at the corners of her smile. "Mmm-hmmm. Riiight ..." He stabs at another bite on his plate, breakfast resuming with a change of subject, something else that he's been thinking over for some time. "I've ... been thinking about something," he begins. "About how much my life has been rearranged since I've come here. I'm really like a whole new person." He chuckles softly as memories of his past deeds and exploits drift like mists past the window of his mind for a moment, smiling in fond remembrance. "Flash is ... well, that's my guardian name. But I'm not a guardian of time anymore. I'm just ... me." He shrugs contentedly, gazing into Anwyn's where he has learned to find comfort and surprising wisdom.

Misendeavor: The girl's dazzlingly bright eyes hold his face tenderly, as if cupped by silken diamonds. Those rainbow tendrils slipping back from the undisciplined groping to stroke over his shoulders as he speaks, her full attention given so simply, no other thoughts encroach save on the world he shows with his voice, and his mind, reaching to stroke each breath from his lips and savour it as is laced with gold "I love just you, me." Her smile gentle, softly teasing, but that wisdom swells like the waves of the sea beneath "A name is only as important as the weight you give it...I would love you none the less be you Guardian or Guttersnipe." Reaching to take his hand, her fork abandoned, the surprise not even thought on as his knuckles are kissed in turn "It matters much to you, doesn't it?...Your name?"

FlashGuardian13: Flash's head leans ever so slightly to the side, as if nuzzling against her soft rainbow spirit, smiling at the feel of her hand on his glazed with a honey kiss. He nods contentedly while expressing his feelings to her. "Flash was ... a cocky, independent, arrogant and rebellious little minion of a god of Time. A god who holds no power here." He shakes his head lightly after his less than praising description of his past, followed by words spoken with gentle meaning. "And all that he has wanted, in the face of his immortality and god-given wrath ... all he ever wanted was a life to call his own." Flash blinks thoughtfully, eyes resting on their joined hands. "I had a name before I became a guardian. My real name. I think ... that name fits me better now." Flash need not speak, as this name is in the forefront of his mind and easily grasped. 'Jaimin.'

Misendeavor: Her fingers fleck out to curl betwixt his, nestling each against the soft bed of skin between each, her spirit a gentle cushion upon which he can rest his head. Still he is the focus of her attention, her world. "I know what Flash was, and has been and is now...And I know what he dreams for when I close my eyes I no longer dream alone." Her smile just as gentle, rare and precious, a gift to him of her faith and future. Still fingers lay entwined as roots of a long established tree "I love, Jaimin." Certain and sure, the name easily surplanting all old names.

FlashGuardian13: Fingers mesh as spirits touch and hearts remember a duet heard daily, twin rhythms that beat in time and tandem of shared feelings and dreams. For one true moment, he feels as if all those centuries of hardship, of toil and trials in the name of destiny are behind him, fully embracing the new path laid out before him ... a journey that will be made easier and all the more delightful as a pair. "I will not deny who I was," he clarifies with a gentle shake of his head. "Indeed, he has made me what I am today. And too many still know me by that name. It will take time," he says, giving her hand a gentle squeeze of appreciation, and a smile so warm as to make their breakfast seem cold. "I love you, Anwyn. For everything you are, and for who I am when we are together."

Misendeavor: Fingers stroke against fingers as voice is given to thoughts so easily shared, the girl having forgotten all about food, all about the sweet starfruit juice, all the sustenance she needs right now found in the warmth of his smile, all the sweetness in the love of his gaze. "I am only the person I am because of the life I held..Yuo hold you name as last bastion to who you were, as I wear this collar for now, to give me..tangilibility to what's lurked so dark inside." Trying to make him understand, her gaze burnished and enploying "I wouldn't be what I was without my past, but I would never have hoped to be what I will be now I grow safe in our love." FlashGuardian13: And so it is known and felt by the lovers, as her hand is drawn to his lips gently, then released with affection ... for though spirits are full, stomachs are yet hungry. Flash, now by his mortal name of Jaimin, has seen the darkness that lurks inside her ... even as there are darker sides to his past that he is not proud of. Such thoughts of the past are put aside in the face of breakfast, and the gift that still lingers in the back of Jaimin's mind, waiting with heartfelt anticipation to be shown.

Misendeavor: She finally settles to eat a few more forkfuls of egg. It was getting cold and he'd gone to so much effort for her, for them. The darkness of the past pushed far away, to the reccesses of mind no longer needed to be looked at, the shadows that were needed to make the brightness...bright. Her fingers stroke over his knuckles, a soft repitition to sooth the beasts in his own soul. "

Misendeavor: Jaimin...These are..wonderful...I dread to think how much better your food would be in a kitchen, put me to complete shame."

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin finds her touch as soothing as the first, rubbing back against her with his own thumb as he finishes the last bite, chuckling. "Oh, it's nothing," he casually rebutts, waving his free hand at her. "Scrambled eggs. Break, scramble, cook, season, serve. Easy." Yet there is a smile as he speaks that shows her compliments were not unappreciated. "But now I'll really have to get that dormitory built. Then I can show you what else I can cook." He smirks, quickly rising and snatching up their dishes before another word is said, heading for an empty washbasin nearby and setting them in it carefully. "So?" he chuckles. "Ready for dessert?"

Misendeavor: "Dessert...?" Surprise widens her eyes and her smile as her gaze follows his movements "There's more...?" Spinning in the chair to watch him, bright tendrils trailing his every smile, clinging to him gently. "I don't like the word dormitory...I like the word Home. It will be a home for all of us, students as well as the pair of us." She rises, set to start washing up...

FlashGuardian13: Flash grins mischievously ... and indeed there is no more food to be seen. "Your right," he agrees, nodding. "Dormitory sounds a bit too boot campish. May as well call it a barracks." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Home is what it was meant to be first and foremost ... and so shall it be. And, well," he corrects himself, "I wouldn't call my dessert edible by any means. But it's after a meal, and should be quite a treat for you. So it counts." Jaimin doesn't object to her aid in the washing, happy to feel her closeness, his spirit nestled against hers where it so belongs. However, Jaimin can't resist the opportunity to flick some water at Anwyn as he is drying ...

Misendeavor: The girl squeals a laugh of shock, and more than a little outrage, a surge of her growing mental prowess sends a spray of foam and water his way with a triumohant 'Ha!' A plate held up as a sheild as she awaits repercussions. Her responses to the rest of the conversation giving way to giggles. FlashGuardian13: Jaimin recoils a bit and cries out in delightful surprise at being showered without her moving a finger, her aim lucky enough to cause a bit of the suds to now rest upon the tip of his nose. He laughs, happily reaching to wrap an arm around her shoulders so that he may draw her close for a hug ... and to rub his nose and those wonderful suds all over her cheek.

Misendeavor: The plate is tossed back into the sink before a hug ensues, squirming a little at the cold suds smooshed against her cheek, though it's the laughter that wins out over all. So relaxed as to just give into the soft encouragement of his own laughter, his low and hers a higher, husky overtone. Fingers rubbing the remaining few suds from his nose before a soft kiss is placed to his lips.

FlashGuardian13: At her gentle touches and pleasant kiss, Jaimin is all too content to declare laughter the victor. One last gentle squeeze is given before the last dish is dried and set aside. After all that, Flash reaches over and picks up a small silver bowl, containing nothing but air, and carries it to the table cleared of all but its tablecloth, obviously in preparation for something. Indeed, the surprise sensed earlier is now clearly in his mind with much eagerness. "Have a seat," he offers, making for his magic bag nearby, silently awaiting her unexpected reaction.

Misendeavor: She lets the water drain from the sink, reaching to grab a cloth to dry her small, delicate hands, still dabbing at them with the square of cotton as she sits, her eyes from the bowl to his face, so expression in their enquiry, she really would lose every hand she ever played at poker, she could hide nothing from him. The cloth drapped over her lap as she reaches to touch the bowl with spirit and fingers alike.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin glances behind him, grinning as he watches her explore the bowl. It is decorated with a ring of runes along its outside near the lip, made of pure silver ... gypsy silver, in all truth. She may perhaps sense that it was not simply forged or smithed into this shape ... rather it was shaped using magic, and quite recently actually. Jaimin rises from the bag with his waterskin in hand, quickly moving to join her at the table, taking the opposing seat. With ritual precision and formality, he uncaps the waterskin and pours clean water into the bowl, watching with care as he fills it halfway. "I realize it must have been a while since you've seen your homeland," Flash begins to explain. "And after all that has been said, I begin to wonder if ... if you'd like to see it again." The bowl filled to his desires, Jaimin looks to her with eyes nervous and questioning, nothing hidden or disguised there for his love, capping the waterskin and setting it aside as his hands rest upon the table at either side of the bowl.

Misendeavor: The girl watches him with unbridled fascination, her fingertips pressed to the wooden surface as her eyes consume his actions, surprise so obvious in the vivid green depths of her gaze. 'You want to show me home?' Her lips part, then close, gratitude, adoration swelling as a symphony in the soft touches of her spirit sight to his face. Looking to the small bowl, filled with her desires, the smooth surface of clear water rippling a little with the softness of her breath

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin smiles all too happily, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch of her spirit, her reaction all but sealing the deal. If such was her wish, to see home again, he would grant it. Even if but a moment's glimpse. The waterskin set aside, Flash reaches for something else ... a small vial wrapped in velvet cloth with a tiny stopper. Nimble fingers uncork it, a single hand holding it upright over the bowl with care as he looks to Anwyn. "These are tears from the three Graea ... legendary witches, blind but for a single shared eye that affords them a tremendous gift of sight," he explains. "Concentrate," he tells her. "Picture the things that remind you of home. Your family and friends ... the place you used to live ... things unique to your hometown ... anything."

Misendeavor: The woman's eyes shiver closed, her spirit fastened so tight to his for security as she looses forth memories so long repressed, the good alongside the bad held out of her mind to save the pain of them. Images now though pour forth, throbbing along the tendrils, a tall, stocky youngster with hair as dark as pitch, a younger Anwyn reflected back on herself in a mirror, eyes stark with horror at the broken shards of her reflection as flame flickers behind...

Misendeavor: .And yet further still until eventually, through the swirling chaos that has the water in the bowl swirling like as if a storm had created a whirlpool, there comes peace to her thoughts, to her face as lips find a smile of rememberance, rolling fields thick with livestock, saying swathes of corn from the eyes of a small child running freely through them to crest a hill...the sight of the hamlet in the valley below, ringed inside an circle of standing stones, the sun casting shadows to make it look as a giant sundial...Peace in that moment. Home.

FlashGuardian13: Jaimin bears against the storm of fiery memories, eyes wincing slightly as he puts his own fingertips upon the silver bowl, trying to stabilize the visions as best he can while being a column of support to Anwyn's fears. And eventually things begin to calm ... and more peaceful visions flow past in Flash's mind, making him smile with shared fondness for such rural and pastoral places. Archaic words are silently spoken amidst the concentration, the vial slowly tipping to allow three precious drops to escape, falling onto the mirror-like surface of the water. As the ripples spread, the silver takes on varying tones, and eventually new images appear to reflect what is in Anwyn's mind ... her homeland, but seen as it is at this precise moment.

FlashGuardian13: No sound is heard from the bowl, or the images shown therein ... just glimpses of what is. And as Anwyn's mind focusses, she finds she can direct the bowl to show her all that she wishes to see just by focussing on them. Flash's eyes look into the bowl to see for himself, smiling as the vial is stoppered and set aside, his hands guided to her wrists and holding her fingertips to the bowl gently. "Now ... look."

Misendeavor: Her breath catches, eyes gently flickering open, only with the reassurance of his touch to her hands, her fingers feeling the gradiation of silver and wood of the bowl, a part of her mind marvelling at the craftsmanship even as she feels herself sinking into the metallic sheen of the water, a newborn still longing for the warm dampth of the womb, such familar hills as to bring a fracture running down her heart for a moment, feeling the breeze, smelling the spring flowers that grown in the lush grass, it was so achingly familar. Misendeavor: Even if the trees had grown, even if the birds had long flown and the barreness of once was her home lays in a wooden skeleton abandoned and empty. Tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she pulls her mind away to weil up into the sky and free of the shackles of past. Her hands cool to his touch, unwilling ot break away from the bowl as images swim in the bowl, fashing on the surface as leaping silver fish, before eventually, there...A dark haird man still with the boyish smile of the youth seen before. Her brother, dressed in rich noble finery, walking with a blonde haired woman woman and a babe in his arms by a river unfamiliar. Her breath, the woman's breath catching as a joyful disbelieving sob racks her. FlashGuardian13: Jaimin's gaze is torn between the images of her past seen only previously in his mind's eye, and the wondrous expressions upon his love's face. His smile threatens to split his face in two ... only to fade again as he sees such desolation, feeling her loss with sorrow. And yet her desperate search bears fruit ... her brother is yet found, and would seem to be doing quite well for himself. Hope rises in Flash's heart, desires to perhaps take a step further in his offer and bring the pair together in a lost family reunion. Surely her brother, at least, would still miss her terribly? But for now, Flash simply smiles, looking to her with wide-beaming grin. "Congratulations," he tells her in a soft voice, followed by a wink. "Auntie Anwyn."

Misendeavor: A laugh, the woman breaking away from the bowl and his hold to rise and surge across the distance, the need to hold him swelling in her chest, beaming and crying all at once as she plants kisses all over his face, little sounds of inarticulate thanks, the images of her brother and his child swelling with the regrowth of spring crps after a too long winter. Even the sight, without touch or sound or smell had so many old wounds healing over. 'He looks so well..And a baby...Oh, Jaimin...How can I..' Thank him, she didn't need to, she said everything with those vivacious spirit webs that seems a bourealis currently, a carnival of colour and warmth. 'Auntie Anwyn...' Shaking her head, still disbelieving, longing to fall through the mirrored surface of the bowl and hold him, but for now she didn't want to live her life just looking, she had someone here worth more than just an image. FlashGuardian13: Jaimin finds himself suddenly assaulted, unable to resist her barrage of thanks with little more than happy laughter and a welcoming embrace, ending with one final prolonged kiss of his of his own upon such those grateful lips before breaking to hold one another. "You're welcome," he says aloud to complete her thought, glancing once more back to the bowl from where they hold each other, surrounded by the warmth of twined spirits and hopes for the future. For Anwyn as well as her brother.