The soft crash of waves on the white sand beach set the rhythm and time to the serenity of the cozy beach house set back from the tidal planes. The beach house was a cute A-frame style house with six bedrooms, one of them was in a loft, lots of bay windows, and a nice deck. From there it stopped being a beach house and turned into a dazzling show garden.

Granted some of the garden areas were strewn with hoses, bags of dirt, fertilizer, mulch, garden tools, and flats upon flats of flowers. Little by little though, the areas around the house were being transformed into a large show garden for people to visit and enjoy. So who was behind this beginning sanctuary of beauty and peace?

Ammy was on her knees transplanting some roses and humming some broken song that wouldn't mend no matter how she tried. After having the roses put in she sat back and stretched her sore back some. She had been called many things in the four years she had been in this realm. Alchemist, Warrior, Mage, Lover, Mother, Hero, Freer of Slaves, Patron Saint, Founder, Loaa, Demon, Abomination, and lately, Victim, but here in her gardens she was simply Ammy.

Those who came to visit her while she planted things would note that she was bit thin compared to her glory days. Scars now graced her white furred hide and were easily seen on her arms and legs. The radiating aura of magic she once had was now so dim it hardly existed anymore. But what got most people was her complete change in attitude and mentality. Some days she was quite peaceful and relaxed. Those were days when she had warm honey gold eyes.

Other days, when she's had a flash back or panic attack she acted like a completely whipped slave and spoke not her name but the odd Am-Am nickname. Dark emerald green eyes haunted those days, but with the love and support of Mirius, Rawsha, and a few others, those days were few and far between.

The days most people fear are the days when someone had ticked off Ammy beyond her patience. Those were days of fierce temper, and a commanding presence that brooked no compromise. Red eyes marked those days, and a few still remember them haunting their dreams.

Today though, she was at peace planting flowers and making more garden arrangements in her mind. Standing and popping her back she moved into the house. After a few moments she came out with a cool bottle of tea and sat on the porch swing to take one of her usual breaks and chat with any visitors.

Sipping some of her iced tea, she looked up to see Mirius joining her on the porch swing.

"Hi gorgeous." Ammy leaned against Mirius, her honey gold eyes watching the waves. "The gardens are looking a bit better. It's a lot of work getting things growing in this climate, but I am managing. As for me, so far calm waters today."

Taking her gaze from the waves she looked up to Mirius and brushed a strand of crimson red hair from her face before continuing to talk in a singers voice.

"You worry much about me Mirius. I can see it on your muzzle when you zone out in the living room, or when you think I am not looking when you talk to me. You shouldn't worry too much." she would touch Mirius cheek with a furred finger. "I may look fragile, and I am sorry you saw me break, but often what is broken mends into something stronger. I do appreciate your love and care."

Ammy laid the bottle of tea on the porch floor then wrapped her scarred, white furred arms around Mirius' waist and gave a content sigh.

Feeling a bit relaxed, Ammy soon sat up with a grin on her muzzle and a glint in her honey gold eyes. "I just remembered something. Stay right here."

She hopped up and ran inside the beach house. She was back out soon in a few minutes and knelt in front of Mirius. She had a small, black velvet box in her white furred paw. Ammy opened the box to show Mirius what was inside. Two gold rings with an Emerald on each one was on a black satin pillow. Taking one ring out, she held the ring up to Mirius.

"Mirius. Don't think me silly, daft, or out of my mind, but will you be my second mate?" She held her breath as she waited for the answer.

Slipping on the other gold ring with the emerald set in it, Ammy slid back onto the porch swing to give the question a thought. She absent mindedly rubbed the ring with on her finger with her thumb.

"You know, I honestly am not sure how shi'll react. It's been a while since I saw Fleety. I hope shi's doing okay regrowing around Fiim and Tairen." she lightly tapped her nose thinking more.

"Fleety and I do have an open mating since we had a lot of duties before now that would take away from each other for long periods of time. Fleety really never has flirted with others to my knowledge. It's always been me and I am usually the jealous one in the mating. So, I think shi might actually take it well, Mirius."

Ammy gave a small laugh hearing Mirius. "No, not at all. I am the only mothering that horde. You just deal with Rawsha, which from what I am seeing, is a fine job of mothering."

She patted Mirius' paw that was on her leg. "We'll sort this all out once we get Fleety home. Who knows, maybe shi's found something interesting as well while growing up?"

Grinning she looked at the waves on the beach again.

With an arm around Mirius, Ammy nodded in agreement.

"I am glad too. The house was too quiet for a while, and just sat here unused when I got my first exiling lifted from me. But, with Lene gone now and mated, and Fleety doing hir thing, it was just me for a while. I am planning on going back to the Den to move my things from the Philosophers Flask to the house here and build a shop here. I think I might get more customers if the store wasn't in the Den. What do you think?"

She sipped her tea while waiting for Mirius to respond. Ammy didn't mind if Mirius took some time. This was a peaceful place now.

She enjoyed that embrace from Mirius and just smiled. "You'll find my store is... well... a bit unique. I think I'll go to the Den tomorrow, and with your help, poke around the place to see what is left. With the way things have been going I am surprised I can manage to keep a store at all. It's been broken into, robbed, destroyed, and with the problems I keep getting into, abandoned and left alone."

She let out a long sigh, and idly rubbed her furred thumb along both of the rings she wore. It meant a lot to her. Feeling the support of Mirius while Fleety was away, but it meant even more to know she was twice loved by two people that meant the world to her. Snuggling deeper into Mirius' embrace she relaxed again.

"Do you think me daft for wishing not to return to the Den that I started? Crazy and a loon for wanting to live with just a few people around me here on the beaches of Twilight Island?"

Finally, he was out of the hospital, and the Den Fangs were done questioning him to death. The old Lupe leaned back into the cushy leather seat of the ATV he was driving. The ATV had a smattering of armor plates on it, and a gun mount on the roll bar. Purple paint and some graphics were showing some scraps, burns, and blast areas on the body of the ATV.

The vehicle wasn't Street's. It belonged to his adopted daughter Ammy Spiritor, and it had been left on the battlefield. Street was able to get the ATV to work again, and was now driving it back to Ammy. It was the least he could do for her, and he figured she could use a better method of getting around than just walking.

The ATV zipped along the white sands of the Twilight Islands, and he could just see the beach house and the myriad of gardens it held. It was definitely Ammy's house.

Ammy stood as well and followed Mirius. Ice tea in hand she looked down the beach and her gold eyes narrowed on the approaching ATV. She took a few quick breaths as the site of her vehicle, once thought lost to the war, stirred memories that were quietly resting in her mind. Taking a step back, she closed her eyes and rubbed her neck for a moment or two.

"That would be the sound of my ATV I used during the.... war to come rescue you guys. I thought it was destroyed. Guess someone found it, fixed it up, and is bringing it back to me." her voice held a little tremble in it.

Reaching for some courage that was slowly increasing in her from Mirius' help, Ammy settled. Stepping back up to the porch railing she watched the ATV get closer then grinned seeing who drove it.

"Well I'll be shaved and shoved into a bikini, it's my dad."

An arm was wrapped around Ammy's waist to hold her close and comfort her when Ammy came back beside her. It wasn't hard for Mirius' to notice the trembling in her voice and then recover.. Ammy was getting stronger as time went on it seemed and that made her happy to see that.

Finally seeing that it was Street Wolf driving the ATV, and while Ammy spoke that it was her dad, she made a wide grin. Mirius waved to Street Wolf once he was in front of the porch. "Ain't an old fart like ye suppose to be in a retirement home er somethin'?" she snickered and only meant it in a humorous way. "Sure, why don't ye come up here fer a drink. And how ye been?"

Mirius chuckled to Street and held out one of her own paws to shake Street's. "Ye lookin' good yerself there, Street. Didn't think Ammy been' talkin' 'bout me when she been out n' about." She grinned at Ammy and gave her a nudge with an elbow into her side.

She lifted up her paw that had the ring on her finger and showed Street the ring. "Though, now she's keepin' this spicy tail it seems. Guess she don't want anyone gettin' it except her." Mirius grinned at Ammy and wrapped an arm back around Ammy's waist once she was done shaking Street's paw.