The noise was next to come, along with the sights, even more hypersensitive due to the super senses she possessed. Another note about spirits- they didn't experience sound the same way, not even close. Nor touch, nor bright colors, or taste, not even scent. So much that the first few seconds of feeling all that in her new- or old, depending on your viewpoint- body was entirely alien to her. But Arosa got the hang of it. Blinking up, she saw Ares, Blu and Harley standing above her, and she grinned so radiantly that she felt like she could light up the world with her relief. "Ares... Blu... Harles," she said, wincing as she moved a bit to see them. "Holy Capone, I missed you guys so much. I'm so sorry, I really-" But she was cut off when the leader noticed a quiet sobbing by her shoulder, a nose in her fur, and she turned to see the jaguar form of Dante, her other son. "Daemons, Dante... don't cry. Please." She pushed her own nose to his large, rounded ear and purred to him. "Please."
Unsteadily, she stood. She still felt kind of heavy in comparison to the spirit form she once had. But it was getting easier by the second. She pressed into Harley's fur then, tears pulling at her eyes. She thought she had left them all forever and that would have killed her again, some way, somehow. But then Loran crashed through and at the sobbing voice that echoed in Rose's head- 'You're back'- she nodded to her precious niece. "Kind of like how I thought I lost you." The long time ago, when Loran had died and somehow gotten into an albino doe body afterwards. Not after scaring and worrying the shit out of Arosa and Latin and pretty much everyone though. When Caelum's voice, and that of Basilius (who, she remembered, had once shared a name with her son Calix), added on to echo Loran's unspoken words, she nodded to them all and smiled at them, grateful for their presence. "But yeah. I'm back- you can't get rid of me that easy," she added with a flash of a grin.
Ben appeared, little Benjamin, Grim's kid, and she ruffled his fur happily while nosing her nephew. "It's me, bud," she promised him, and not only him, but Scarlett, Nixta and Fidelis, who had also appeared. There were so many of them! All of them crowding around. The auburn point never realized that this many people cared so much about her.
When the Oracle Trainee appeared, she shook her head but blinked gratefully at Chasm. "No thanks, Chasm," she replied, although she wobbled a bit. "I'm just still getting used to being- um- alive. I appreciate the offer, but save it for someone who needs it more." She wasn't dying- she was doing just the opposite, actually. Rose was living back for more of the life she had wanted for herself, to stay with those she loved. Then Lamia jumped at her, her eyes bright and Rose felt her heart melt for the kitten. "I'm back," she said, nosing her. "And thank you for doing my funeral, sweetie- you were really brave for facing all of that for everyone. I'm very proud of you," Rose then told the kitten, having seen the ceremony from her perch in the afterlife before tumbling down.
But when the cream tabby fur and watering grey eyes of Fang came over, the whole crowd, the whole world disappeared. Everything except for her love, her mate, her life. He pressed into her with that stability and affection she adored and needed, and Rose knew then that everything was worth it. Nothing could amount to seeing all her loved ones again and reuniting with the love of her life. She laughed at his words, although happy tears were finally spilling over her eyes. She couldn't promise not to die again- when the time came, it would happen. Rose was a fighter by nature, so death in battle was always a possibility for her. But she could promise to always come back for him. That was a vow she would always keep, and that she would defend with every life she every had and would have. "I promise that I will never, ever leave you," she replied to him, pressing into his fur. "I love you, Fang. I'm so sorry for doing this. But no matter what I love you so much. Forever." Screw what marriages said- til death do we part. Even death would not strip the point from her beloved. Nothing could.
