But Memory blushes at the sneer,
And Honor turns with frown defiant,
And Freedom, leaning on her spear,
Laughs louder than the laughing giant.
- Oliver Wendell Homes (1809-1894) - Attribution: "A good Time going"
The rain fell steadily, coloring the horizon with a grey hue. Against the monochromatic background stood two figures upon an empty pier. One stood with an arm extended, pointing out various things of note to the other with hunched shoulders, who stood dutifully in the rain and nodded on occasion in acknowledgment.
"This building will store the materials. And there will be where the dry dock work is done. And this will be the launch," Lucien noted definitively, rounding out the overview of the pier and the rest of the adjoining site. The barrister turned to inspect the edge of the pier. It was then that the loyal manservant caught sight of it.
Gywr saw something in the barrister's eyes, likened to a veil beginning to lift. He saw in Lucien's somber ice blues, hints of an old spark, something that'd been long missing. Muscles in arms held akimbo practically twitched with anticipation. There seemed to be a charge about the barrister.
Lucien cast an assessing glance around the site, the pier and over the western horizon, the lighthouse in the distance nothing more than a silhouette of a darker shade against the grey canvas. And in the rain, the steersman stood.
And Honor turns with frown defiant,
And Freedom, leaning on her spear,
Laughs louder than the laughing giant.
- Oliver Wendell Homes (1809-1894) - Attribution: "A good Time going"
The rain fell steadily, coloring the horizon with a grey hue. Against the monochromatic background stood two figures upon an empty pier. One stood with an arm extended, pointing out various things of note to the other with hunched shoulders, who stood dutifully in the rain and nodded on occasion in acknowledgment.
"This building will store the materials. And there will be where the dry dock work is done. And this will be the launch," Lucien noted definitively, rounding out the overview of the pier and the rest of the adjoining site. The barrister turned to inspect the edge of the pier. It was then that the loyal manservant caught sight of it.
Gywr saw something in the barrister's eyes, likened to a veil beginning to lift. He saw in Lucien's somber ice blues, hints of an old spark, something that'd been long missing. Muscles in arms held akimbo practically twitched with anticipation. There seemed to be a charge about the barrister.
Lucien cast an assessing glance around the site, the pier and over the western horizon, the lighthouse in the distance nothing more than a silhouette of a darker shade against the grey canvas. And in the rain, the steersman stood.