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Ami feels the touch of the mother of all things and becomes drunk with joy as she hears the celestial music of life which her resent expenditure of energies has made whole. The blood of life returns to her core her hair returning to its snow white hue her true wings now exposed glow as if bathed in the sunlight of a new day as she drifts back down to touch the earth. 

As her toe touches the moss of a glenn every flowering plant within 100 feet seems to fight for the privilege of her attention by displaying their brightest plumage. Butterflies of pure light flow up into the sky those souls trapped by circumstance now made clean as they join the river of life to be reborn.

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On her back between her wings a blackened arcane seal burns quickly at it’s edges like paper consumed by fire it’s embers swirling up like the motes of a night fire as that which had sealed her true aspect is banished.

[b]Et a tu Shal El[/b] whispers an old follower of the Taxi ways meaning “The Avatar of Life” as she looks on the revealed Ami.

Ami smiles sweetly at the old woman as she approaches her then pauses to touch her head granting her a blessing. Then she moves past and into the town once cursed and sick. Where she steps she is followed by the scent of a garden unseen and in her passing it lingers like a promise that there is hope still in the world.

People, brave or desperate reach out to touch her wings as she moves among them and experience a soft warmth that in their declining years they will be comforted by but never be able to explain to those not here this day. 

Ami still caught up in the high of her recent actions waked in a dreamlike state her wings stirred by the breezes