He looked around the cottage for Sarah in the early morning. Softly. "Perhaps she has gone out training the young horse"? He grinned some thinking of how muddy she was. Leaving her a note on the kitchen table.

~"To my love my beautiful demon,

I will be going out for a walk. I believe I understand what you meant by dressed up, perhaps you can see it for yourself sometime later. The cassaerole is in the fridge, it is still good if you would like some, I know my cooking isn't as good as yours. Just thinking you should know what I'm up to, I promised to leave notes and such. I love you.

Cinder"~ A simple heart he had drawn and a smile face in the center of it.


He was walking too far from the beach that day, his footprints leading past the dirt road from the logging trail and past the cobblestones and paved roads of the city, past the marshes and around the back of the warehouse district. For hours and hours he walked, even the four legged feline had trouble keeping up with him.

He stood at the Salvage yard it was an off day he had no intentions of working nobody was present save for the wraiths that he had to keep eyes on things. There was something on his mind eversince Him and Harold spoke. He thought about the sky and wondering what it felt like to sail it.

The wraiths vanished as he made his way into the yard, the lanterns lit up and the electricity had been turned on inside the office. He sat for a while drinking some honey wine going over some things. He was feeling a bit worried of some things and hopeful for others.

He pulled out a box of memories, mostly trinkets and photos of the past.

He undid a stack of photos looking at them with a smile

~There were two young men beside a much younger Cinder they all held up a large shark, smiles on their faces.

A veiw from the Salvage yard off the deck of the Dolshie.

A few pictures of people hoisting battered crates and junk from a towed wrekage and various other work related pictures.

A man wearing a kimono beside a beautiful woman, strange writing written on the side. He set this one aside thinking of the conversation Harold and him had the day before. "Aeriro....plan"?

Somebodys hand getting in the way of a farmland.

Cinder with many people at a bonfire party.

A colored photo of Harry, Lil and Ran an evening on the Dolshie back from Avalon.


A picture of a framework being built for the sub office which is now the breakroom.~

He nods patting them gently as he places them back into the box, taking the photo with him as he exits the office. He walks around the backside of the lot and looks at the flying machine. A beauitful disaster of metal and complicated work was ahead of him. The front was pretty bad luckily for him he rembers the day it crashed from out of nowhere just like he had unfortunaley ended up on this world along with his island.

The tail end was pretty immaculate as was one wing and the sides. The other wing he had cut apart and was sprawled out on the ground along with a shot motor. There was no cockpit hatch it was busted off. He stared at her for a moment he ran a hand down the scorched front and down the sleek greenish paint and red circle then back to green and a yellow stripe.

"I wonder if he knows more on these things".

He crawled up onto the machine and sat inside the cavity where once a seat was and a corpse. He stared at the gauges unprotected from their glass caseing. He proped the picture of the man and the woman beside the gauge where he had found it many years before.

"I'll try my best, whoever you were. Your ship will fly one day".

He saw Delliah looking up at him.

"What? I'm coming, I'm coming".

He crawled off the craft and headed back out of the yard, the wraiths returned and the lights expired. He looked around feeling an uneasy chill, he seemed worried again but ignored it as Delliah looked to him with concern.


He parted with the large cat as she headed back near the horses. He headed inside and heated up some casserole he had made the night before. Pouring himself some "red" he sighed. He really didnt eat much before dumping the rest in the garbage, he washed the dish and fork then sat on the couch holding his teleporter. He fell asleep with it in his hands. Tools beside him.

He had returned from Plygrethia not too long from when he arrived. He had checked on things made sure all was well with his crew hoping for the best with the Dolshie. He had thought about renaming it or perhaps obtaining another craft to name after his new love, his new life. He wondered if people gave names to flying machines, perhaps he would name it after Sarah, he smiled some.

He materilized back at the cottage carrying a small tree wrapped in a burlap sack, a few itmes he had also slung over his shoulder in a sack. He eased the sack down and walked over around the front with the young tree. He wondering if it mattered where it was planted as he began to dig a nice spot nearby the mailbox thinking some shade could be helpful to anyone. He unwrapped the young tree its bark still shiny and reddish it leaves started with purple at the stems and ended with green. A beautiful Plygrethian Apple, great for pies and wine making, he smiled some after patting the soil over the roots.

The postman had started to recognize Cinder now that he had been showing up around in the daytime. They exchanged a smile and small talk, handing the elf the mail he made his way down the road, he saw him stop at Harolds home, then continue down the path. He liked the small community, it was quiet and cozy. He shruged some looking at the bright sun, he held a hand over his head and smiled. The warmth of the day would no dobut bring cold to the night.

Taking the mail he headed on inisde but first he wiped his feet. Dropping the various envelopes and a package off at the coffe table, he continued to the bathroom and washed his hands, sprinkling his face with some water. Grinning in the mirror he noticed his teeth were pretty sharp today. He walked to the fridge and poured himself some Granada juice. Looking out the kitchen window he could see Delliah chasing off a RhyDin. "Hey cat when youre done playing I have a favor to ask of you". He called through the screen and headed into the living room picking up the package.

"To Proffessor Shirastan, with best of luck from the human studies of technology department". He smiled some and opened up the side flaps and tapped out the contents. A simple blueprint of an aeroplane. It wasnt quite like the aeroplane he had in possesion but he figured it would help. A few documents on explanations on what they were, how they were used and even information on the red circle and pilot.

"Kamikaze, Japan"? He nodded he hoped it helped somebody but he was at loss with it. Suddently the door had a knock. "You know you can come in its open. I dont think she would mind really". Delliah came in a bit out of breath but a grin on her face. "I got him good, he wont be back around here, he promised. So, what do you need a favor for"? She rested her front paws on the couch and stetched then licked his hand.

"Wel..". He returned the documents into the package and grabbed one of Sarahs markers fro mthe table and wrote Harold on it and then Aeroplane Info on it. "Deliver this to Harold, and try not to cause alarm, he's in the city still doing work so.. a cute black kitten would be nice for al ittle while...please"?

Delliah huffed. "You do it... your'e just gonna be tinkering with things and goofing off". Cinder chuckled some and then looked at her seriously. "Here I was going to the old farm to go hunting for deer with you, but I guess it's too much trouble.t oas k a simple favor of you...". Cinder tapped the side of the couch as Delliah looked at him, He knew all too well she missed the farm chasing the deer. She couldnt tell if he was joking or not. "Promise me you dork"! She batting him playffully with her large paw. He grabbed ahold of it and nodded. "I promiseyou, just deliver it and come back home...youre invited to the wedding ya know that"?
She widen her eyes. "Really"? "Of course, youre family, youre like a child I never had, albeit a big furry one"! He laughed, and tied the package to her neck as She reverted back to her balck kitten form. He opened the door and she bolted off, quite silly looking to see a cat with a backage tied to its back but he assumed most people must have some sort of delivery service other than the post.

He returned to the kitchen and started to fillet some Red Fin and dice some scallions real fine. He even prepared some cheese and artichoke dip for bread dipping. He wasnt sure if he was to eat alone but still he made sure there was plenty he always did. As he cooked the fish he added some spices and thought about the Aeroplane. "I wonder...".

He wiped dry the clean dishes and placed them up in the cupboard. He stared out the screen window over the sink looing out into the cool evening the reds were chruning into deep blues. He stopped to place the utensils in the drawer. He then walked to table making sure it was clean, it was. He looked at the food in the fridge, he wondered if she had any at all? "Perhaps she only likes to eat meals she cooks? He thought to himself.

Picking up some of his things from his room he stopped to notice the dagger was laying neatly on his pillow, he looked at it funny for a moment before taking it as well. He walked out of the cottage locking up behind him, He figured he would be gone for a few days so he made a sign for all. Not that everyone would look for him at once. He figured it was a good time for some deer hunting, the weather was appropriate and figuring venison into the menu was a good idea. How he missed his ships but until the other was fixed it was neede elsewhere.

He smiled some at the new tree beside the mailbox, hoping to see apples on it soon. He knew it would be much longer than soon, he let out a sigh. He proped up a simple sign made of carboard proped up on a wooden stake.

"I am Cinder, I am gone. Perhaps for a while spending a few days in the countryside".

Walking around the house he nudged Delliah who was sleeping at the back door. She smiled letting out a breath of air and she follwed him back around to the front, she gave a look at the sign shaking her head. "Great job...". What about it, its an I'm not here sign, I've been home for the past three days, I need to move around". She nooded, she thought he was acting a bit weird as of late, perhaps that was it.

They made their way down the slopes, curves and paths. Walking, something he had grown accustomed to when he was much younger wasnt as tiresome as he used to think it was. His bare feet padded alnog gently, he kept up well considering his traveling companion had two more legs than him.

Upon arrive at the edge of the feilds they canopied out into the clearing perhaps the same spot they always used or nearby it. He layed out a blanket for himself and sat looking up under the stars. He thought about much, but mostly he thought about the flying machine and wondered if his hypothesis was correct about how things came into this realm. "Delliah"?

She shifted her gaze over to him as she just curled up. "Yes"?

"What do you think you would do if I left for the skies"?

She turned away and ignored him, honestly she knew the awnser and didnt want to believe in it herself.

"heh... I guess it's nothing, nevermind". He took out the dagger and looked at it a bit, then set it aside, he sat staring at the stars for a few hours. "I have more questions these days than I do awnsers, who am I"? He thought to himself as he sat back up. He was about to make a fire but decided not to bother it would only keep him up later than he should, and that would draw on more questions. He turned to his side and wrapped the blanket from under him around his body.



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