Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

Ashe let out a soft breath as Kalt's hand grazed down her arm and coaxed her back into him, and she let her head fall back against him. Just like old times. A smile flickered over her lips as his hand pulled her hair away from her face, and she gazed down at the gleaming ivory. Rare stars in the endless blackness that had been their lives, when niether of them could sleep late at night. She nodded softly to him, and she couldn't help the measure of relief that uncoiled in her chest. She wasn't sure she could make herself play yet, if the notes even lived in her anymore.    As Kalt moved away and back to the kitchen, Ashe moved the fingers of her left hand, flexing and stretchng and marvelling at the way the metal pinky moved. She thought back to the old apartment in Northaven, all the holes in the walls where she had thrown her daggers in frustration when she tried to use them with her left hand . She had gotten so used to that ridged and stiff digit of gears and metal bars and pulleys, she hardly had thought about it anymore. Now her hand felt light, her fingers free, and she smirked to herself. Time to start training with her left hand again. And... she glanced down at the piano again. Maybe...    Her eyes flashed up at the sound of Kalt calling for Theea from the kitchen, and her too. She followed after the sounds of little feet thumping into the other room, and she arrived just as the little dark haired girl ran and grabbed onto the pant leg of Silver Wing, pushing up to the tips of her toes to peer over the counter at the bread he was slicing. Ashe moved towards him and behind him, reaching her arm under his arm and around the front of him. With a blindingly quick movement, she plucked a slice from the bread pan. The heat of the bread didn't phase her as she danced away from him before he could stop her for it.    When Kalt turned to look, Ashe would be standing with a mouth full of pumpkin bread and half of the slice in the hands of a grinning Theea - the bread already cooled with a little magical purge of its heat. The little one was grinning with a barely contained giggle. "Totally could use more sugar," Ashe teased again with a nod as she swallowed the bread. She was already eyeing the loaf again, however. ashe When all the days go by in the firelight We'll never fade out in the night