Much to her own personal challenges, Ileen did return to some semblance of her previous life. However, she was now being followed by this red headed creature.
Jaclyn had begun to walk early. She swaggered better than her poppy and wavered quite comically, but she was getting her land leg's pretty swiftly. She was always distracted by this or that, generally a bug that happened to cross her path, while they walked into town. But eventually, they would get to their destination. It was hard to fathom that in 3 short days, the child would be a year old.
Once the winter had begun to melt off, Ileen found herself roaming the warehouses that were deeded as her's, and catching up on the happening's within Rhydin as a whole.
Nothing much ever changed. Life pretty much remained the same, on that front. The alley's were the same. The Tavern's were the same. The people were the same. Just a bit older. Not a touch wiser.
The part of the crew that Jack had 'loaned' her, were kept busy between the two building's. Each having their own tasks, their own agenda. It was all about, Powder.
Black.
Velvet portrait....black.
There was a time when Ileen would be drooling over the possibility of blowing something....someone....into a million piece's. However, that was not the case now. The new addiction would prove to be....coin. Lot's of it.
Jack had his piracy. Ileen would have her barrel's. For the now.
Scooping up Jac and depositing her onto a hip, the warehouse district was in sight and she whispered at the shell of the child's ear. "Time to get back to it, my heart..."
Jaclyn had begun to walk early. She swaggered better than her poppy and wavered quite comically, but she was getting her land leg's pretty swiftly. She was always distracted by this or that, generally a bug that happened to cross her path, while they walked into town. But eventually, they would get to their destination. It was hard to fathom that in 3 short days, the child would be a year old.
Once the winter had begun to melt off, Ileen found herself roaming the warehouses that were deeded as her's, and catching up on the happening's within Rhydin as a whole.
Nothing much ever changed. Life pretty much remained the same, on that front. The alley's were the same. The Tavern's were the same. The people were the same. Just a bit older. Not a touch wiser.
The part of the crew that Jack had 'loaned' her, were kept busy between the two building's. Each having their own tasks, their own agenda. It was all about, Powder.
Black.
Velvet portrait....black.
There was a time when Ileen would be drooling over the possibility of blowing something....someone....into a million piece's. However, that was not the case now. The new addiction would prove to be....coin. Lot's of it.
Jack had his piracy. Ileen would have her barrel's. For the now.
Scooping up Jac and depositing her onto a hip, the warehouse district was in sight and she whispered at the shell of the child's ear. "Time to get back to it, my heart..."