“Ryoka, my little burning flame, well not so little anymore now are you?” Laura said to her daughter who was holding her, the last time they were together was when she was but a baby and back then it was Laura that was holding Ryoka in swaddling, “Mother, it’s me, it really is” Ryoka answered tearfully and she held her mother tightly to her for fear of losing her again. Laura tried to sit up a bit more and look better into Ryoka’s eyes but it was obvious that she was still very weak. From her aura, Ryoka could judge that there was a vastness of power just welled up there but unfortunately that power couldn’t be converted into physical strength not when she had been sapped of said physical strength for twenty years straight. “Happy Birthday baby” Laura said to her daughter and touched her c
