"Yoshi?"

……..Yoshiro? Her baby cousin?

Who goes there? Show yourself. The empress comanded it — standing to her feet at once.  Not out of any trace of rage or irritation — but desperation. Who was it that the frail voice of the woman encompassed? One that called the name of her blood — lest she be mistaken? Izumi wished to see the man they both searched for, as well as the woman who's voice and scent swarmed her senses with the strong candecence of home —

— and she'd found it.

Stark, tall, and glowing within the moonlight like an angel out of a mortality's reach. To meet the woman's amythyest gaze again after so long hit the empress like a train of brick — and her own frosted lilac orbs thawed over and watered from her lids. A soft whine drew from her lips as she came near. Nearer and nearer until the top of her crown practically crashed beneath the furs of the woman's chin. The dynasty's swan bird.

Aika.

愛花、愛しい妹よ。生きていたんだね…… (Aika, dear sister, you are alive…)