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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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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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