The massive red coated frame stood before that small house by the waterfall, The Jewel of the Desert. After such a long night of talks with Ameline Valtin, Iron had followed a trail of memories that lead him to that place once more. He had walked the halls, pressed hands to the walls...he had spoke of Nat, of Franz...of Kage..of Honzo..and realized that for a time it felt like those days were a lifetime away.
But time had not forgotten them. The structure still stood, and the memories of their voices still held within the stone.
That night had brought him to the parchment he held within his hand, lens hidden eyes reading the words carefully, over and over.
Jewel of the Desert, purchased and now held by Iron Sea. Kneeling down he plucked the for sale sign from the earth and tucked it under one arm, as he strode over to the placard and traced a metal gloved finger over the names. This would remain, her name, their names, the cheerful greeting. He would preserve the memory, make sure these halls found new strays in need of shelter and compassion. It was in his own way, some small service to the woman who had given him so much. It was the right thing to do, to even be able to truly move forward.
His coffers were empty now, Lady Edda was gone back to her father, his job ended. The coin had all fell into this last attempt to hold onto something dear. He gazed off at that waterfall, as he had so many times before with friends and allies, and smiled faintly.
" I'll keep the cannons Nat, figure you would want it this way...."
But time had not forgotten them. The structure still stood, and the memories of their voices still held within the stone.
That night had brought him to the parchment he held within his hand, lens hidden eyes reading the words carefully, over and over.
Jewel of the Desert, purchased and now held by Iron Sea. Kneeling down he plucked the for sale sign from the earth and tucked it under one arm, as he strode over to the placard and traced a metal gloved finger over the names. This would remain, her name, their names, the cheerful greeting. He would preserve the memory, make sure these halls found new strays in need of shelter and compassion. It was in his own way, some small service to the woman who had given him so much. It was the right thing to do, to even be able to truly move forward.
His coffers were empty now, Lady Edda was gone back to her father, his job ended. The coin had all fell into this last attempt to hold onto something dear. He gazed off at that waterfall, as he had so many times before with friends and allies, and smiled faintly.
" I'll keep the cannons Nat, figure you would want it this way...."
