“You realize, the probability of this happening is astronomically small.”

Kyu turned to face his daughter, squinting against the bright summer sun.  They had come to this isolated beach for solitude and, in Jessamine’s case, safety - when one had just come back from the dead, one did not want to draw attention to one’s self.  Waves crashed against a steep, rocky shore, driven by a brisk wind; soon enough the water would be up above the dark pebbles that marked the tide line. 

“Only once in every -  I don’t know, 500 years maybe.  Only once in 500 years does one of my line breed true.  And then, only if the mother is a Fox, herself.”

He turned away again to face the ocean and dropped a pair of sunglasses down over his blue eyes, missing Jessamine’s careless shrug.  Kyu was soliloquizing, and his daughter knew nothing would stop him from it.

“Tan got lucky.  I’m not sure he’d have been able to find his way back,” Kyu continued with a faint frown.  “That was an artificial resurrection.  You’re the only other Fox I know - hell, that I’ve even heard of - to come back the way I always do.  That’s quite a trick.”

“It could be your mother’s bloodline,” he added after a moment’s thought.

It was flattering to the Fox to know that he had a true heir, of sorts, and that her kind was a precious jewel among otherwise ordinary siblings.  He did not love the other two children he knew of any less than her, but there was something that now bonded him to his most wayward daughter, though they had never been close.  All at once he wanted a larger part of her life, and felt he could let her go at last - she could care for herself, after all, even in death.