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Voice/Action to Spades and Strawhats.

[The journal emits at first the sounds of sobbing before Leanne goes to speak, her voice a little hoarse from crying.]

Judging by what I have been hearing, these birds have been given to us as 'gifts'. Has anyone listen past their songs?

[She goes to take a deep breath before just shutting the journal once more to go back to crying. Anyone can find her in her room on the Sun.]

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[Having also found a bird, she knows exactly what Leanne is talking about, and is a bit concern.]

I have. Are you alright Leanne?

[It took her a moment to answer.]

.... I will be..... What was your voice?

[She doesn't answer right away and before she does, she makes sure the conversation is private. For some reason, Rose just can't dodge a question like this from Leanne.]

It was the voice of a man named Zieg. Thousands of years ago, he was my fiancé when I was still mortal.

What about you?

[Leanne was glad for the silence, it lets her get some more tears and sobs out of her system but she listens to Rose's words and despite her own hoarse voice, tried to sound as warm and gentle as possible.]

I see and I am sorry....Zieg sounds like a strong name and knowing you, he had to be a wonderful man.

Mine isn't nearly as tragic as yours but it was the voice of my mother.

He was.

[Though what happened with Zieg was tragic, she does not doubt that what happened to Leanne's mother was also a tragedy as well.]

Do not measure your grief to others'. That is being unfair to yourself, since what happened with your mother was obviously painful.

But he was going to become your mate... Your husband.

[It was painful, too painful to think about.]

She sacrificed herself.... So that me and my sisters could have a chance to live when humans came into our forest and hunted us down and for over 20 years..... I believed that I was the lone survivor of those three days.

You lost your mother, and from the sound of it, you were still quite young when it happened and she was trying to protect you. To me that is just as tragic.

Edited 2014-12-17 23:45 (UTC)

I was still being breast fed, though I was still old enough to remember everything about her. The bird.... it sang to me her lullaby and the last lullaby she ever sang to me.

I see. For me, it was the words he spoke when he proposed to me.

Though it hurts, I am actually kind of glad to hear his voice once more, even though it is temporary. It is bitter sweet and helps me remember him a bit better.

Yes, I must agree that hearing their voice again is bitter sweet....

[A long deep breath.]

If only though, even for one day we can see them in the flesh again.

[Naesala doesn't bother talking to her through the journal. He immediately shows up at her room, entering...and then realizes he should have knocked, even though she is clearly very upset. At the very least, he gives her the courtesy of waiting by the door for her approval to enter.

Even if it is screaming against his instinct.]

Leanne?

[Leanne blinks when she hears Naesala's voice and instantly moves an arm to scrub at her eyes.]

Come in Naesala but please close the door so that no one else will see.

[He does, silently, and then walks over her. He wants to comfort, but only when she's ready.]

[If he hated those "birds" already, the feeling was doubled now. So he cuts right to the chase. Gently, at least.] What did they say to you?

(She goes and turn around to face him and hide her face against his chest.)

It wasn't a what but the voice... it had the same voice as Mother. It sang to me her lullaby and kept on saying things she would say in her voice, Naesala.

[Putting his arm around her and pulling her close, he scowls. There are way too many things this world knows how to use against them.]

[It takes him another moment of silence to respond, mostly in order to let her know he's not trying to make light of the situation.] Not exactly meant as a "gift", I take it.

(She goes to let out a shudder at the feel of his arm around her. It hurts much more than any of the physical and chaotic pain she has ever felt.)

How did they get her voice? And her lullaby? So many years have I want to hear it and when I finally accept that I can't... they do this.

(It was hard to hold the tears back anymore and one more deep breath, she bursts out crying again, clinging a little to Naesala's shirt.)

[Oh, Naesala has no doubt there was more malice to this than intended.]

I don't know. I'm sorry, Leanne. I don't know.

[It kills him to see her like this. He holds her tighter, just letting her cry it out. What is he supposed to do? Tell her forget about it? No, this is something that cuts too deep. The only thing he can do is stroke her hair and offer the occasional comforting hum in their bird tongue.]

[Leanne continues to cry, feeling the comfort he was giving her. It takes her a few more moments before her crying turns into quiet sobs.]

Thank you Naesala... [A forced chuckle.] I probably look awful right now.

[Naesala only shakes his head.]

You look upset, as you have every right to be. [As he runs his fingers through her hair, he idly but gently untangles a few strands.] I can only imagine it's been building for quite some time.

[It's a thought he didn't intend to speak out loud, but with the way she'd been handling things lately...]

[She goes to look up at him and sighs.]

I probably still look awful though. [She blinks at his latter words and shakes her head.] It is still no excuse especially for one as myself.

[She was a bit curious about why he had that train of thought.]

"One such as yourself"? Are you on with that again? [He gives her a small smile as he returns her look, but still doesn't let her go.] We've talked about this. You're allowed these emotions just as much as anyone else is.

But it is still true, Naesala. [Okay, he is gonna get a small pout up at him.] I know but it is still hard to do so. [Okay, she reaches up to idly try and straighten a few locks of his hair.]

I just don't want you to keep everything bottled up to yourself. Not if it hurts you. [Naesala just continues to smile back at her pout.] You should know more than anyone how inner turmoil affects people.

[He lets her play with his hair. It was no doubt a little messed from leaning against her own.]

I can't say I have, why? Is it what made you sad?

Yes, it is the reason that I am feeling sad. After it's song to speaks to me in the voice of someone I lost many years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that. I wish I could do something to help, but I doubt I could.

[Leanne goes to take a deep breath and even though he can't see it, she goes to smile.]

Your kind words is enough, my lord....

[Don't mind Denzel he's just going to lean against you Leanne.]

I see you also found what those - birds do.

[green eyes blink as she feels his weight against her and she idly cups a wing around him.]

Yes..... I do not know what to make of it....

We - we -[Denzel sounds like he has been crying a lot]

We should remember them that they're not gone. As long as we think and remember them... and all the good times we had with them.

[Of course, this advice comes from Thatch]

[Oh Denzel.... She moves to hold him closer with the wing.]

And that they are always alive in our hearts as well....

[The man allows Leanne to hold him closer. Even if she can sense some tension with this. During some sobering he manages to say]

They - are?

[The man looks at her directly in the eyes]

[Have a big bro phoenix hug, yoi.]

[she stiffens briefly before relaxing into the hug and going back to crying again.]

[All the hugs and whistles softly.]

Your mother?

[She is accepting the hugs so much right now.]

Yes.... It sang to me her last lullabies to me.

[Ouch. The one during the fire?]

[HUGS!!!]

Ah, I am fortunate then. I got to hear Ace and Pops laughing together, eh.

Edited 2014-12-22 20:42 (UTC)

( Yes the same one. )

I miss her so much, Marco.

I know Princess. [Kisses the top of her head gently.] I miss my Pops too.

Maybe they're together, eh? But I think even your family would have trouble getting my Pops to mind some manners. He's like all the worst parts of Thatch and Ace.

[She continues to cry and cling to him.]

No.... She would have found a way, her and my sisters and brothers.

[Picks her up in a hug, and moves to cradle her better.]

You think so?

[Whoa okay, this is different.]

I know so... She had almost 900 years of experience to do so.

[Covers her with fiery blue wings.]

Good, because it'll take her that long to get Pops to be good, yoi.

[She lets out one last shuddering sob before trying to regain control over herself.]

I will give her a year at most.

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