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“Tyriel!” Kirin gasped as he beheld the Nephilim standing about ten
paces away, his snow-white wings fully restored and spread wide as the
Golden glow of the hearth blazing inside the darkened chamber beyond
framed his lithe shadowed form like a halo.
“Splendid,” Ejaenin uttered softly as she eyed the magnificent
creature standing before them. She extended her compliments as he
sister witches filed out of the castle one by one and stepped out into the
courtyard. “Your success is apparent, Sisters, as is your skill,” she said
as she confidently strode over to Tyriel and regarded him with an
appreciative eye. As the Nephilim allowed her to test the strong line of
his newly restored, extended right wing, she cooed to Pemla, “You
have done an extraordinarily fine job healing his wings.” Ejaenin put
on a wide-eyed, innocent expression as she then turned to Kirin and
teasingly asked, “Do you not think so, Dear One?” When Kirin’s mouth
went agape and he failed to respond, Ejaenin pursed her lips to keep
from laughing and walked over to him. The young prince’s glassy
green eyes were fixed only on Tyriel as she grasped his short-cropped
beard by her fingertips and yanked his chin up, thereby shutting his
open mouth. The elder witch glanced over at her sisters before
declaring in a surprised but innocent tone, “I think he is finally mute!”
Pemba chuckled as she noted Kirin’s stunned expression. She turned
to her sisters and remarked dryly, “It seems our godson is quite
surprised to see his old friend up and about.”
The Fabiosa sisters giggled and chortled amongst themselves as they
noticed Kirin’s emotions quickly cycling from blatant admiration to all-
out embarrassment.
“It seems you are quite smitten, My Boy,” Eenre happily remarked
as she nodded toward the Angelic.