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Enter the Valkyrie.

Good thing? She has a very nifty looking naval jacket on over a white sweater and pair of jeans.

Bad thing? She makes her way very, very carefully to the bar, and manages to sit down. "Whatever it was you conjoured up for me last night, I both love you and hate you for it." Svava mutters.

"So a glass of water please, so hopefully soon I can feel well enough to get rid of the hangover on my own." The water appears, and she pats the top off the bar, then winces, and rests her head in her hands.

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*Very gently, knowing how hangovers are (however few he's had), Yrael puts an arm around Svava's shoulders.*

*quietly* I hope you did not drink all the alcohol in the bar, my friend. That would be a shame, and people would be either jealous, or irate.

"Oh, no. Just one drink, really. I ordered just one drink, but asked for something that would work." She turns her head to look at Yrael, with a faint grin.

*He raises an eyebrow.* Ah, so you had an aim in mind. You wanted to get drunk.

*He finishes his drink and sets the glass down on the bar, where it promptly disappears.* Another of the same, please Bar.

*A strange drink appears.* Er. This is not what I ordered.

*The bar is silent. As usual.* Hm. *He sips the drink and finds it to his liking.* Oh well.

"Yes. And the bar was wonderfully cooperative. I have no idea what the drink was, but it worked." A beam to the bar, then she sighs.

"... It just did seem like something to do. Specially for the conversation."

*Yrael runs a hand over Bar's surface, smiling and sipping his drink.* She is very kind when it comes to fulfilling her patrons' needs. Even when it ends in horrible hangovers.

It must have been something powerfully strong, to give you a hangover like you have now. What color was it?

She makes a bit of a face, trying to remember though the alcohol-hazed evening.

"Clear. Almost clear. And thick. ... there was a red tinge, and it was sweet."

*He smiles, sipping then setting his drink on the bar.* Well, the bar probably knew what she was giving you. She might have an interesting sense of humor, but she is kind at heart.

*His half-finished drink disappears from the bartop.* Hey! I take that last back! Give me back my drink.

*Another drink appears in its place. Yrael looks flatly at Bar* That is not my drink. I am not touching that, whatever it is. Give me back my drink.

*The bar doesn't respond. Though she probably would facepalm if she could. Yrael mutters to Svava.* Furniture these days.

Svava nods, and pats the bar top again. "She... figured out something for me, that's helped." She pulls the cloak clasp from a pocket, showing it to Yrael.

"And, if you don't wish the drink-" A slight grin, and she picks up the new one.

*He smiles wryly.* You are, of course, welcome to it. If only I could get my other drink back.

*The bar is silent, radiating undetectable Dense Not'cat vibes. Yrael sighs.*

You will have to tell me how it tastes, Svava. Bar is being contrary.

*Almost in response to that, a shake appears on the Bar top, as if in a sigh of resigned weariness at the obliviousness of Some People.*

*mock-stiffly* Thank you. *he sips the shake.* Mmmm.

She takes a sip of the drink, then looks at it thoughtfully. "Rum. And lemon... its good."

Svava gives the bar a faint grin.

*He chuckles.* I shall have to order a whatever-it-is for myself someday, then. If the bar would give me one.

She chuckles, and was about to offer Yrael her drink, to taste it if he wanted to.

'Though I don't know how well lemon goes with ice cream' dies, unspoken.

Svava drops the glass to the floor. Eyes wide.

*A split second before she reaches them, he sees her. And stops. Just stops, his over-bright eyes the only part of him moving, watching her approach. The tear set upon his lips seems to free his movement, and he tries to talk, but can think of no words to say. His mouth moves vaguely, soundlessly, then closes. His face is blank, but his eyes shine with a long regret full of sorrow and love.*

*She offers a hug. Wordlessly, the Eighth Bright Shiner takes his closest sister into his arms and closes his green eyes, resting her head on his chest and his head upon hers, in silence.*

*

. She and .

A deep breath. There are questions- but Not Now.

The Valkyrie keeps quiet, watching.

*Holding his sister, his favorite sister, Yrael tries once again to speak. All he manages, after a long moment, is...*

I have missed you.

and .

*his voice is low* Kibeth mentioned to me that you both have known of Milliways for quite a long time. I found it, too. I am glad you came, Astarael.

. with

*He covers her hand with his and smiles; then he turns to Svava.*

Svava, this is my sister, Astarael. Astarael, this is Svava, a good friend of mine.

Quietly, and worlds away, Svava picks up the pieces of the glass she dropped, attention still on the two. The shards get put on top the bar with an apologetic look.

The glass vanishes.

Then she looks back at Yrael, glancing to Astarael, then back to him. Blinking.

"Your sister?" She's rather stunned, but soon smiles, and

Offers her hand.

She .

*Yrael smiles wryly, ever the little brother.*

Svava, please forgive my sister if she does not speak. I do not believe we would be in anyone's good graces if she did.

*softly* Though I wish we could sing together, again.

Svava manages to shake Astarael's hand, still smiling to her. Then a nod to Yrael.

"I'm still glad to have met you, however. Yrael's one of my best friends, so I'm quite happy to meet one of his sisters."

"...it would be beautiful, Yrael. Of course."

*OOF!*

*After a moment, he chuckles, coughing.*

It was just a thought. Not like I was planning anything.

*He smirks. Older sisters. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. For long.*

She blinks at that... then grins, and relaxes quite a bit more. Sibling love and affection crosses worlds and is recognized as such, easily.

"I do think I like you." A faint grin and nod to Astarael.

She .

*dryly* Oh dear. Do not gang up on me, please. I do not think I could withstand it. Not both of you.

*But he's smiling.*

"You would manage to survive somehow, Yrael." She chuckles, grinning at him. "We wouldn't be too bad."

*He smirks, raising an eyebrow.* Mmhmm. Perhaps you should teach Edielweiss the art of pretending, Svava.

*eyes flickering to Astarael* We should talk sometime soon, sister.

"She is a cat, Yrael. I think she manages just fine on her own, with pretending." Svava sips her drink. "Gods know she's had enough fun pretending that my toes under the bed covers are something that should be attacked."

Then she smiles faintly, looking between the two. "You both should.... there is probably a lot to say."

And given that Astarael hasn't said anything that Svava has heard...

*Yrael looks slightly rueful.* Our last meeting was rather... hurried, and without much actual matter to the conversation.

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