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[@Silvan Haven], [@Crimmy], [@HereComesTheSnow][/center]

Do I feel that?

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQRKY-lGXyc&ab_channel=FaytLeingod]Oh I feel it.[/url]

Maybe it was a little fuzzy at first. Perhaps I hadn’t acutely pinpointed where it was coming from. But I dared not move or say a thing.

No, not until Luke had spilled his blood on my second wing.

I immediately took the intravenous out of my wrist and pushed it away. Standing up I felt my legs grow unsteady once more, for a fifth time today. But with a mighty flap of my wings, I steadied myself. I stretched them, it felt as though they needed it. The feathers sprouting forth from my wings pushed the bandages from my glorious wings. I flapped them once more, sending small papers and hospital supplies off of desks, scattering many small things, like my doubts.

I turned to Luke, scrambling to raise my gown. Truly, I felt like a princess once more.

I embraced Luke, knowing that he alone gave me everything I had lost once more back. It wasn’t a hug I was going to let him get out of too easily. Besides if Gratia saw me crying again, god knows what she’d say. I didn't say anything to him. Even though I wanted to say everything it felt like any amount of words would only serve to highlight how much I really wanted to say. But even with that conclusion having been made as I silently sobbed into his jacket, feeling how tired he was from the mission he had just ran through I felt I owed him [i]something[/i].

[color=9D36FF]"Thank you Luke. I owe you my life."[/color]

My wings were outstretched to their limits, all feeling to them restored, every glorious plume returned to me, scrubbed from Vitoria’s grasp. 

I don’t need support, nor do I need more time. Now I was ready for my life to take action nonce more. It was now that I felt I could fully become myself again.

I let go of Luke and walked calmly over Gratia, putting a hand on her shoulder.

[color=9D36FF]”You can rest now Gratia, I’m sorry to have used you for support as long as I did. Thank you.”[/color] 

I was finally back. What outfit would I wear for my return party? So many potential choices. 

So many that would complement my [b]wings[/b]. 

I finally walked over to Beryl and gave her a heartfelt hug. [color=9D36FF]”I’m finally back, thank you so much Beryl.”[/color]

With another flap of my wings and a flexing of my semblance I was once more levitating in the air as I had grown so comfortable doing over the years. I felt like it was my first day in VGNB once more. Flying through all of Beacon.

I was back. Bianca Nuit.

[color=9D36FF]“The Phoenix of Beacon.”[/color] I said aloud, albeit in a cheeky voice.

I found my humour today too it seemed.