She sat silently on the grey blue rock, her legs curled at her side as she looked over the forest from the cliff embankment it sat over, watching the wind rustle the trees in the forest silently as the sun began to rise silently. The kamona type robe she was only aloud to be in now, still had her completely at odds, as did the man who was helping her.

She took a deep breath and let it out as her finger played lightly over the holes of the ivory flute as she brought it to her lips. It was beautifully made, pure white ivory, a dragon with mouth open and that was where the music came from; the end with the mouth out. He'd said it meant it was be cradled in honor's breast and carried on it's tongue whatever that had meant.

As the instrument met her lips, a sound was produced. A simple note, clean and pure. And slowly a melody began to form. It was heartbreaking, and tender to an edge. More than beautiful, it was awe inspiring and almost mesmerizing, and she was beginning to loose herself in the Selaque.

Riven -for the 1st time- wasn't overwhelmingly unhappy, but she wasn't sure she was happy or contented either. She just closed her eyes and let the music do as he told her, she let the music play on it's self without any effort or will behind it. Just letting her grip on the world lessen again by an edge.

She'd been stuck here a few months grudgingly now thanks to the fact both her powers and her technologies didn't work at all here. She'd taken it all off except her wristlets and a simple single silver locket she wore around her neck. It held two baby pictures, a boy and a girl no older than maybe a few weeks old.

She'd been stripped of everything that was hers literally that had been on her and they were refusing to call her anything but 'student'. Completely annoyed though she learn a lot through the pain Master Yido, the itty bitty senshi, Zen Master, had caused her. Since she'd been a born thing like pain never lasted long for her, now they lasted and turned into stinging, throbbing green and purple bruises. Ugly blemishes on her pale white skin.

Oh, yes, she was definitely becoming intimate with pain.

She could feel Patric stronger often stronger emotionally though not always, and sometimes even the connection with Jen-ari was stronger now, too. She kept playing. They were the remnants of what had been a short lived happiness a life ago. She thought a second of her old brother, and the of her father with a resigned mental sigh.

He -her father- hated her. Loved her.

Of course she'd/he'd brought it on themselves. It'd all started with the "Day Star" heist. A all too large diamond for anyone's good with and orange-yellow inside somehow giving to it's name. She'd gone after it and he's gone after a thief in the area who struck and left the card that read only Riven in blood red letters.

The music produced though beautiful became strong enough for any listener to drop to tears, from even the most close hearted person though her eyes remained closed and dry as all she did was play.

He'd gone looking for a thief and found his daughter clad in a black cat burglar suit literally with tools on her hips. His only girl, his "akiko tsuki". They'd been so close and though she'd run away so long ago he'd never expected to find her here. Not doing this. Not her, she was his angel, his Child Moon. She'd seen his face like she had ripped his heart(again) with her bare hands.

He'd come. She should have known.

After all- he was an X-Men.

A soft feeling overwhelmed her mind slowly and she looked up finally. Her fingers stopped playing as her light blue eyes landed on Master Yido watching her silently. He seemed to be looking at her contentedly, like he knew some secret -some hidden thing about her- that she'd never known herself.

He'd been working with her in many ways since she'd shown up, not accepting her refusals or her complaints. She'd been made to wash stones till her hands ached, and the gong, she'd cleaned it 7 or 8 times by now even though it was huge. She'd been started in sparring -another painful thing- with people she barely even knew how to fight against.

She was though getting better at it slowly and pain didn't seem so terrible till she went through the Walkway of Death. When there, well, she didn't have words to explain that pain, nor that cold comfort of that pain of it at the same time. It had taken her days to realize why he'd sent her there, what everyone eventually realized.

She *was* alive, so very, very blessedly alive.

He was growing on her like mold, a little more each day. He'd tended her wounds just to batter and bruise her again and then tend to them again. He taught her and he made her think with more than the coldness for the 1st time in almost 5 or 6 years now.

{What's it like to come home, Patty-Patch?} she asked silently as Master Yido motioned to her to come and she stood accordingly and started walking behind him.

{It's a warm, safe feeling. Where you know you can't be hurt. Where people care about you and take care of you.} her brother's voice whispered softly insider her mind……or was it her own?

She brushed back her long hair, since it was wind blown and only allowed to be worn down. It hung like a black curtain around her to past her waist. It was dinner time, and she'd been playing all day. The sun folding the sky in stars already.

She looked out at it for a second thinking about Riven. She wasn't Riven. She was Casse. Casse -

No Casse was enough for now. She was Casse. Not any of the others, just Casse. Maybe that would work.

Casse……and maybe that was enough from now. She smiled slightly almost like child who'd found a rainbow and started off after Master Yido, carrying the flute on slightly outstretched hands as was the only way she was aloud.

She watched Master Yido's back as he walked once she caught up, used to the slippers she had to where with the kamona but not how small she had to make her steps due to it so used to long strides. This dress required small. She watched his strides, as he walked with the staff that was twice his height and more than three times his weight (she couldn't even lift it herself and she was much taller than him even) while he wielded the thing as is if it were lighter than air.

And Casse began to wonder if she was coming home for the first time since she was 6.