[Jade Alanon]

Nymira and Jade both fumed angrily at what had been said to them, but below the anger was something else, sharp cutting pain along with guilt. Was their father right? Where they wrong for the killings, it didn't make sense since their father had been a Sanguine and should have shared a similiar hatred for the Rhasic. Jadewas beginning to see that summoning his spirit had been a mistake, she should have known better then to disturb the dead in order to seek answers, it never went well, Jade learned her lesson. It was when their father wished a painful death upon them both that Jade turned away, ready to walk away from the joyful words that hurt her so badly, she felt guilty enough, what she had gone to her father for had been words comfort, not condemnation.

Nymira stayed in place, growling such a deep angry growl, if their father had been in front of her, she would have lunged at him, she knew Jade was walking away but did nothing to stop her, why would she want to stick around anyway. She didn't know this man like Nymira had, like Nymira remembered him. Nymira had been so close with their father, sharing a love of arcana. How dying could have changed a man didn't make sense, Jade hadn't changed at all and she had died as well, though she had been brought back. This just couldn't be the man Nymira had looked up to for so long, could it?

Nymira had started to turn to follow her sister, having not more to say to the spirit when the voice halted abruptly, silence following it. The flame still burned, flickering a moment before the voice came back. Both sisters halted and turned to look at the lantern, both still angry about what had been said to them, the names the spirit had used against them hurt so badly. They wouldn't have stopped, but the words the spirit said next caused them to turn around and approach the lantern once more. Jade didn't know if she could trust this voice again, not after what she had heard before, but Nymira inwardly smiled as she recognized her father, this was the man from their past. She believed him about those damn Rhasic taking over and saying such horrible things.

Nymira almost felt guilty that she had believed the words had been her father's, though Jade didn't share that guilt because really, she didn't know the man, didn't remember him at all. Jade placed her hand gently on her bondmate's head and sighed, as though offering and seeking comfort. Jade went to answer but was cut off as he spoke again, the anger Jade had felt earlier intensified, though this time it was directed at the Rhasic that continued to torment her even once she killed them. They haunted her dreams, plagued her with their screams and cries for mercy, now they sought to further torment her by making her believe her own father hated her for the acts she had done. It was reassuring that the child and mother were truly happy now, death was a release, not a punishment.

His voice was mournful when he spoke again, Jade wanted to say yes, wanted to show him that she had been a dutiful daughter and remembered everything they had shared when she lived in her Sanguine past, but she didn't, she couldn't remember anything about her father and that saddned her and even made her feel a bit guilty. Had they gotten along? Did he accept that she had been a warrior rather then a mage? So many questions about her father that she didn't have answers to and really, after the Rhasic had taken over once, how did she know they couldn't again, that they would tell her what they knew would hurt her?

The fact that he was proud of them seemed to mean so much to both girls, that was what they wanted, to know that their efforts didn't go unnoticed, unappreciated. He said he would always be with them and that helped as well, having their father watching over them thrugh all their heartache, encouraging them with his presence and reminding them that he loved them and was proud of what they did. What was on their mind? Jade had come here in hopes of speaking with the man that escaped her so easily, she had been tricked into believing that he hated them for their killings, but this voice seemed so sincere, perhaps she could trust that it was really him.

"You, you're on my mind father." She paused and sighed, it sounded odd, she knew that, but it was true. She hadn't come here to ask him important questions regarding the Rhasic because he was dead, he couldn't help her, but he could help her to remember him, remember the past. "I don't remember you father and that causes an emptiness inside me. Nymira remebers youwell enough, but I feel as though you are a complete stranger to me. I want to remember you, remember if we fought often, if we had a name for one another, just something I can hold onto like Nymira does with you and her in regards to arcana." She might have sounded as though she was whining and perhaps she was, maybe she was jealous of her father's and sister's relationship, ahd she been in her past as well? "Are you able to help me remember, just one memory, I don't care what it is."