Skye's room at White Isle. The bed is a wide window seat, and the only other furniture in the room is a small dresser and a chair. The windows over the improvised bed open to a beautiful view of the beach below.

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After Etinifni leaves the room, the wooden chair turns into a soft blue armchair, and the window seat widens a bit more, soft, fluffy white blankets covering it. The dresser becomes bigger as well, filling with clothes for Skye and Mi'ehna.

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At some point during the wedding, a dark violet box with a blue silk ribbon appears on Skye's bed, with his name on the tag.

It's late afternoon when Skye comes back, holding Mi'ehna. He spots the box and a look of confusion crosses his face. He helps his wife sit down and picks up the box, examining the script on the tag. He doesn't recognize the writing.
"Who do you suppose left this?" he wonders aloud.

Mi'ehna looks up, tilts her head a bit. Her eyes are unfocused, her voice low and weary, but she smiles anyway. "Maybe Vern," she shrugs, "I do not know, my love."

A strange sort of energy flows inside of the velvet box.

"This isn't Vern's writing..." Skye says, but carefully undoes the ribbon and opens the box.

He sits down in the blue armchair for a long moment, reading the note again and again. Finally, he tucks the thing away in one of the drawers of his dresser.
"I think..." he says quietly, "I will bring you some tea."

Mi'ehna's head hangs from a relaxed neck. While he was reading, she dozed off again, and is now sleeping more or less soundly.

He smiles a bit, then carefully pulls the covers around her, kisses her forehead, then goes downstairs to make her some tea.

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He comes back some fifteen minutes later, a cup of hot tea in hand. He sits down for a long while, watching her sleep.

Mi'ehna never sleeps this peacefully... which may or may not be heartening to Skye. She isn't dreaming one way or another, and soft mewling sounds pass only now and again between her lips. She's out of it, though, and probably will not awaken for a while without encouragement.

He is glad that she is sleeping peacefully. But it's the reason that makes him sad. It seems they'll never be able to rest... their lives are truely complicated. So he decides to allow her another few moments as he writes in his journal, glancing up every now and then to gaze at her sleeping face.

When he's done, he sets the book on his dresser, gently nudges her.
"Mi, My Light..." he feels bad waking her up like this. Should he tell her? Of course. But tomorrow.

Mi'ehna raises her head without any fuss. 

"Yes, my love?" Her voice is pleasant enough, her smile as blissful as it had been down below. "My husband... come here and kiss me, before you say another word."

He smiles, the light in the moonstone showing how ardent his light is now, and he gently presses his lips to hers.

She captures his lips with hers, and her kiss is so filled with vigor and eagerness that it is hard to imagine she had been sleeping only a minute before. This is the kiss that she hadn't been able to give him in front of everyone else.

"Skye, tell me what is bothering you. This is our wedding day, husband, we need no secrets bothering us on our wedding day." The empath reaches down and throws off the blanket, lifting one long, still cleanshaven (thanks to Quava's strange blessing) leg and gently stroking him with her calf. "I will bet that I can get it out of you either way."

Still holding her, he lets one hand find her thigh, looking into her eyes.
"Mi... I won't keep secrets from you... but please. I'll tell you tomorrow. I don't want to think about anything but you and me just now."

"Mkay..." Mi'ehna lowers her leg, smiling at him still. "Was I asleep... I suppose I was. We need to get back to our guests..."

He takes the cup of tea from the dresser. It was practically scalding when he first brought it up, but it's cooled considerably. "Drink some of this first."

"You brought me tea? You are so thoughtful...!" Mi'ehna happily accepts the cup, drinks the tea without hesitation. "Mm... I have never tasted this flavor before. What is it?" She was there when Angelica Ruben had told her. She just can't remember.

"Some herb from Anglica Ruben's world..." he says, smiling. "They drink it almost every day there... it's supposed to be good for strengthening medicines. Children are brought up drinking the stuff, and her people are in amazing health for it." He grins. "It's one of the herbs in `Tif's cureall, but tastes much better than the other things that make it up."

"It really is wonderful, my love. Thank you so much for bringing it to me." Vitality fills her now, perhaps not so much from the tea as from their kiss a moment ago, but either way Mi'ehna feels quite a bit better. She rises without any difficulty, and kisses his each of his cheeks. "Come. We cannot neglect our family."

He takes her hand. "I love you, Mi." My wife. And after gazing at her beauty for a moment longer, leads her back to the beach.

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Skye helps Mi'ehna into the chair and then pulls the potion out of his drawer, examining it.
"Another interesting day..." he mutters under his breath.

"Yes well," Dun's voice speaks before her body appears just behind Skye, "be thankful for interesting days. Without interesting days, your wife would be dust in a week." The goddess sets the Ova into Mi'ehna's lap, and smiles a reassuring smile to her. "It will be okay. I promise."

"You're a lot like your father," Skye says finally. "Tell me... what sort of side effects should we expect from all of this?"

Dun smiles at him. "Please do not compare me to him. Thank you. And... side effects?" Dun laughs, a very brusque laugh. "Mi'ehna will not die, how is that? She will be a goddess, her power levels will dwarf what she possesses now. Most likely, she will forget some things, though... recent things, as she will be forced to mature from an infant. As I said, it will be a swift process. You will have your blushing bride back in a month... healthy, and best of all, with a stable mind and a functional womb."

Mi'ehna's eyes light up. "Really? I can... really?"

Dun smiles, and pats Mi'ehna's head. "Yes, child. This dolt can give you a child."

The light in the moonstone flares brightly. He looks down at the potion in his hand and holds it out to Mi'ehna.

Mi'ehna takes it, looking at it closely for a moment.

"It is a hard choice for both of you," Dun observes with a quiet voice. "But now is the time to decide. While you have family to help you raise a child, Trigon, you should allow her this small inconvenience. Promise her that you will not abandon her, and administer the potion with your own hands." 

"Please don't call me that," he says quietly.
He kneels in front of Mi'ehna, looking up at her. A smirk graces his lips and he pulls a wishing stone from his pocket, holds it tight and murmurs something into the fist that holds it.
"You said nothing would take you away from me," he says. "And I'm making you the same promise now." He takes the potion from her, uncorks it, and after a moment of contemplation, takes a swig, gently pressing his lips to hers.
Drink.

Dun's lips part just a little bit. How... moving this is.

Mi'ehna's eyes close, and she drinks the elixir from the lips of her husband. In that moment she sends her heart to him, letting the love she feels for him flow freely through her mind and into his. The potion tastes shockingly good, but within a moment her kiss loses its pressure. Her hand, which had been set upon his forearm, slides downward, limp.

"You can feel light, Tr... Skye, can you not? Capture her soul in the egg, the same way you did with it before." Dun's voice is filled with sympathy, but still has that businesslike edge to it. "Ignore what happens to her body. She is not this piece of meat, she is the soul inside, the soul that is so intimately connected to yours."

Skye places one last gentle kiss on her lips before concentrating on her light, calling it to the egg in his hands as he had called her soul to him in that hellish realm within the horror setion of Quava's library, using the strong link that connects her to him.

Skye... I love you...

The conscious thought is the last communicated to Skye before Mi'ehna muscles relax for the last time, her soul flitting up and out and guided by the familiar, warm essence that it knows to be Skye.

The egg warms, and fills with burning pink light laced with strands of gold and electric blue. A piercing sound of metal scraping against beams of light sounds out to accompany the scintillating flash of light, a flash that ends only after a long, desperate moment.

When it fades, the weight in Skye's hands has greatly increased... from nothing, to about seven pounds.

The baby girl in his hands giggles, and gazes up at him with eyes so gold, they cast an aurian light upon his cheeks.

Skye regards her with love and tenderness, leaning down to place a light kiss on her forehead. He pulls a soft blanket from the bed and wraps her in it, cradling her in his arms.
"I love you, Mi'ehna," he whispers to her.

The baby giggles, and swats at him with her little hand. 

Dun casts her eyes over to the soulless body that was Mi'ehna's. "I will take care of this for you," she quietly tells Skye, "you... had better go and give the good news." From another pocket she draws forth an amulet... or rather, two halves of an amulet. "For her eighteen birthday, in about three weeks. One for you. One for her. This is my wedding gift to you."

"Thank you," Skye says, putting the amulet halves on his dresser along with the moonstone ring. He makes sure the blanket is wraped around her nicely, then goes to show Drianis. "I'm going to take you to your father now, My Light. And we'll have `Tif make you some baby clothes." He walks out the door, softly singing to her.

Dun closes her eyes once Skye leaves, and lays a hand upon the shell that was Mi'ehna. "You have served this world well. Rest now." A gentle light surrounds the limp form, and in a puff of soft white smoke it fades into dust. Dun gathers this dust and teleports it over the ocean, where it spreads out and disappears into the wind. The blue dress, and moonstone necklace she lays out upon the bed, and then vanishes. She doesn't want them to see her weep... to do such harm to a love so pure, even with good intentions, breaks her heart.