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Isi didn't even hesitate in reaching back for Aphismet's outstretched hand. From there on the porch, he could hear something in the attic too. Whatever it was, they had to get up there, especially if Rivener had gone after it. He might get himself hurt! And what if Eiry was up there trapped underneath something that had fallen over? What if it was Edward come back to haunt them? Worried thoughts filled Isi's head.

"He just can't wait, can he?!" Isi grumpily barked, his eyes filled with worry as he climbed onto Aphismet's back. It was a bit awkward trying to get onto the chef's back, his legs being so tired, but with Aphismet's help, he was up and clinging to Aphismet's shoulders. "Alright! Go, go! We have to get up there, Aph!"


The attic was a mess. Things that had been neatly stacked and reorganized by Aphismet and Isi, the box kingdom that was constructed by Eiry in his free time, all of it was thrown across and strewn about the attic in a great mess. Broken china laid in blooming patterns on the dusty floor and unused furniture was laid in awkward angles. Things were still flying through the air, whizzing dangerously close to Rivener's head, when something flickered near the darkest corner of the attic. There were faint slivers of something, a ghostly outline pushing and retreating, as if trying to tear through the fabric of shadows. It even moved about and knocked things over, throwing them across the room before suddenly reappearing in another corner and continuing to push and struggle.

The screaming was getting clearer and clearer.

Isi only took a few seconds to get himself stabilized when Aphismet dropped him to the ground, using Aphismet's back to lean himself against until he locked his knees beneath him. He looked towards Rivener, smack dab in the middle of the chaos that was the attic. Isi gasped at the sight of all the thrown things, the furniture and covers, boxes and unused antiques.

"Rivener--" Isi started to speak, but when he saw the ghostly sliver of something, something pushing just beyond the edge of their sight, he choked on his words.

The shouting was getting louder, and now the Delaran family could see the outline of a hand...Two hands...digging and reaching frantically. There were arms that followed that, a pair of shoulders, and the growing outline of a head. There was wispy hair, wild, and the faint flicker of familiar flaming wings.

Isi, upon seeing the outline of the figure emerging, felt his legs give out underneath him from both shock and weariness. He fell to the ground as his legs folded underneath him.

Isi gaped at the sight and croaked, "E-Eiry...?" He didn't think Rivener was telling the truth...But here it was, the unfolding of Rivener's tale, right before them.

"Heeelp! HELP!"

Isi tried to speak, gulped, and tried again to summon words to his mouth. He could only stare at the scene before him, of the older brother's mad attempts to pull at his brother. He leaned towards Aphismet, trying to find a grip on the chef's arms. What Aphismet had pointed out was right. There was no ghostly pale skin wrapping those hands or shoulders that were melting into existence. It was skin with color, skin with a bright life tainting them. It wasn't the skin of the ghostly frei they all knew. But it could be none other than Eiry. The hair...The wings...It had to be him! ...But...There was something else.

...A torso?

Eiry could see his brother now. He could reach at him and feel his hands wrap around his wrists. He gave a frantic flap to his wings, with each pump fanning them to life. The nothingness was moving away from his vision now. He could see so much more! He could even feel the cold sweat of panic on his skin now, when before, he could only feel fear swelling in his chest. His face was appearing, filling in with color, as were the rest of his arms and body. Red eyes, bright and alive, focused on Rivener, pleading with him to not let go, to keep pulling. He gave another cry, and with a silent rip, he was pulled from the grip of nothingness. The effort sent him careening into Rivener and the two fell from the support beam and were knocked into a clump of cardboard boxes beneath the attic window. A plume of dust bloomed into the air, catching the light of the morning sun. The flying objects and ghostly phenomenon in the attic suddenly dropped, and there was quiet once more in the Delaran household.

Eiry was back.

He laid on Rivener, sliding into the nook of his arms, exhausted from the effort. Little spheres of ghostly light framed his face and hands, and his skin....His skin was bright with the color of peach, and his hair and wings, larger wings with ethereal flame that seemed soaked in blood, was also alive with color. But htere was more weight to the younger raevan now, for he had a torso. A lanky torso was added onto his body which breathed and huffed with every deep breath.

The will-o-wisp raevan had grown into a sigel.

When Eiry opened his eyes again the world was there to meet him. It had been so frightening when he had become invisible, untouchable to everything. He couldn't see, couldn't feel anything, except for strange lights and shadows, like viewing everything through layers and layers of thick plastic. It was suffocating and maddening, all the while the straining feeling continued to pull at him, painfully swelling in every inch of his body, all the way to his fingertips. It even felt like his skin was on fire, but the fire was bitter cold. That must be, Eiry realized, how it felt to be a true ghost. And he found that when he thought about screaming, or throwing things, the world became a little bit clearer. He could see the shadowy forms of objects and hurl them against things to make noise. So he did, struggling to get attention.

It had worked and finally, Eiry was back, pulled into the physical realm by his brother. He was still blinking stupidly when Rivener took him into his arms, trying to get used to the blinding light. He took in a deep breath, but as soon as he started accustoming himself to the material world, he was pressed tightly into Rivener's collarbone. He gave a little squirm, a gasp, and he was momentarily released as Rivener smiled gaily at him and held him at arm's length.

"Brother mine!" he croaked, his voice a bit more hoarse and older sounding than before. His voice wavered on giving unsure giggles, "Saved me, you did, brother! The stars, they blink feverishly, but the truth they did speak! Scared was I--R-riven-!" and then he was pressed back into a lung-crushing embrace.

In a moment's time, Eiry found himself dragged up and twirled about the attic with Rivener. Eiry followed his brother's lead clumsily, giving awkward pumps to his wings. He tried his best to hang onto Rivener through the excited dance routine around the attic, his voice bubbled up in laughter, his giggles as creepy as before, if not more so. "Whatever in Shakespeare's name has slippedgotten into you? The least you can do is allow me swallow a few breaths! I--" But Rivener interrupted him and prompted that he look at himself. And so he did.

Eiry glanced down, his body, hair, and wings highlighted with the cold morning light. His ruby eyes widened. What was this...? There was something below his chest that wasn't there before...A torso! Eiry's eyes widened further as he pressed his hands to his body and slowly dragged them along the new length. He gave a little wince and a laugh, finding that the touch along his sides prompted giggles and squirms. He dug his fingers underneath his new clothes and pulled them up a bit for closer inspection of his newly formed stomach, revealing pale peach flesh underneath and a few soft ripples of muscle. Eiry laughed again, but then noticed that his skin was no longer the deathly pale grey of before. His laughter turned into stunned silence as he dropped his vest back down and looked over the length of his arms. There was life in them now, in all of him and he looked like a newly bloomed plant, bright and neon with color.

His hands lifted up to his face where little orbs of will o wisp light danced around his head like a coronet and twisted his head around his shoulder, twirling about gently to try and see his wings. They had grown in size, masts of ethereal flame that seemed to drip globs of blood. Eiry gave a beat or two and grinned at the sight of their great wingspan and how they flickered like a candle in the wind.

Amazed to find himself grown, but quiet finished with his own personal inspection, Eiry turned to grin at his brother, his smile ear to ear with teeth. Then he turned and saw Aphismet and Isi pulling themselves up from the ground.

"Aphi!" Eiry bleated happily, "Look! What wonder awe and amazing inhabits here!" He gave another experimental spin in the dusty light, the little orbs of light following him around as he did so, and he paused to grin happily at his guardian. "Isi! Isi mine, my stout tree to which my vine clings to, look! A tummy have I to grumble and growl with, a tummy for Shalbribri and BeauBeau to sleep on! Isikoro mine! Tell me what thoughts prattle your brain, your ward is a SIGEL!"

Isikoro Etul Delaran felt overwhelmed enough by the chaos in the attic and the murder of flying objects, not to mention Rivener's frantic scramblings. It was almost to much when the scoprion raevan started pulling insistently at a ghostly image, pulling the familiar minty form closer and closer to the physical realm. A pang of worry gripped his gut when he saw a blur of red and teal crash into the cardboard boxes and he cried out, trying to get up as Aphismet curled protectively over him to deflect the falling objects of abandoned ghostly activity. He was helped back onto his feet and Isikoro had just gotten his knees locked again underneath him, when Rivener emerged from the boxes carrying a familiar and different body in his twirling arms.

It was Eiry.

Isi stared, his grey eyes wide as he took in the sight of his newly grown ward and a swelling of emotion erupted from his stomach, almost making him sick with joy. He tried to form a few words, trying to squeeze some sounds from his throat, but the feeling of such pride and elation made Isi do something else.

He gave a warbled "Eiryy...", furrowed his brows in anger, and started a rebuke "How dare you...", grew pale with guilt for not believing Rivener, "I'm sorry..." gasped and threw a hand to his forehead, eyes wide and staring at Eiry, "My god..." and promptly fell back in a faint, continuing the Delaran tradition of reacting to raevan growths.

Eiry blinked at this, and then gave a great laugh.