The messenger arrived at Lang's residence, the only object the young boy carried as a single scroll. The scroll was wrapped carefully in a single crimson ribbon with the marking of Cheyenne's heritage. A black rose with two serpents wrapped around the rose and a dagger pointed downwards through the middle. This mark however did not move and shift with the life it bore when on the Rogue, but was merely an impression on the crimson ribbon.

The messenger boy danced from foot to foot on the doorstep, raising his right hand, he grasped the knocker and waited as the sound echoed throughout the house.

He was literally shaking from head to toe He outstretched his left hand towards the Demon, trembling the entire way and nearly dropped the scroll at his feet. The woman had told him, tried to prepare him, but he was ready to run for the hills.

"Mi..Miss Fordyce sends this with he...her b..best wishes and apologies." He'd done it! He'd made sure that the Demon had the scroll in his hand and then the boy fled. Running full speed the opposite direction, and didn't stop for near an hour.

Forgiveness is a sign of weakness.

To apologize is to say you are weak.

She'd been taught that all her life, but this - this was different.

As Lang unrolled the scroll, he'd recognize the writing.

Lang,

I'm not one for sweet goodbyes, ya know that. I'm not one to say I'm sorry either. I'm not one to give gaily wrapped presents and all that Society wrapped pristine rubbish.

But I did want to say that I am truly happy for ya. I have nothing that you would want, nothing I could offer as a proper present. Besides, what does one give as a wedding present?

So I gave you the only thing I could.

Go outside Lang, find a clear area on your property and speak these words...

Casgrova enuncio liamnifa oxnesta. Nifal expactio desdoma ribafencio.

I hope that with this gift, you will fulfill the dreams you once had and shared with me.

Regards,

Rogue

As Lang would speak the workds, the earth would tremble beneath the Demon's feet. The temperature would dip but only for a brief moment. The sky would shimmer a brilliant blue, before a blast of blinding white light would appear before the Demon, blinding him for a few moments.

The scents would assault him in a barrage before disappearing all together.

Hot, melting metal. Iron, silver, bronze and dozens more.

He'd hear metal grinding metal for only a brief moment before it was gone.

The swirl of white smoke that surrounded the building would blow away in the slow breeze before finally the building would come clearly into view.

It was the Blacksmith's shoppe that the Rogue had built for him.

The keys sat on the doorstep. New locks of course. He'd find the shoppe fully stocked, if not overly so. She'd done her best to free it of her scent and anything that would ever remind him of her, though the building.. well that would pass in time.

It was her gift to him, her way of saying she was sorry.. her way of forgiving him - but more in the way of forgiving herself.

She'd followed the messenger she'd sent. Keeping well behind him and well in the shadows that were offered to her. She wasn't a coward, certainly not.. but she needed closure, and for her - this was it.

She followed Lang quietly to the back of his home. Luckily for her, it offered her plenty of places to hide. The wind was right so her scent was hopefully well lost within it. She watched him speak the words, she'd kept the spell simple, hoping he wouldn't muck it up.

She watched as his shoppe formed before his eyes, watching him closely for his reaction. She'd not cared what his wife would think, she'd never given that a thought. The gift was from her to Lang and nothing more.

She'd been worried that he'd reject it and be displeased, but seeing his reaction it was a hard for the Rogue to tell. She'd only hoped he'd understand what it meant and why she'd done it.

Nodding her head in silent approval, she stood from her crouched position in the trees and watched him for a moment more before whispering under her breath, "Goodbye Lang."

And oh did those icey blues widen, he hadn't lost it, she smirked to herself in the shadows. She almost laughed to herself at his cockiness. Some things, never change.

She'd left him searching for herself, left him to find out who she was.. what she was and what she was meant to be. Perhaps she'd found the answers, perhaps she'd only found more confusion, but this?

This part of her life was now closed and there was bitterness left in her for this or any regrets. He was happy and she was happy for him. One lone tear splashed to the ground below her feet, a soft shimmer of blue and one could swear a sproutling was growing form where her tear dropped. She quickly wiped any other trace of it away. She hurt, oh it did hurt, but she'd lock that hurt away in Pandora's Box, she'd make herself numb to it as she had everything else in her life.

Icey blue eyes glanced from his new house to his retreating form, to his workshoppe and the Rogue smiled before leaping to the rooftop of the nearby house and made her way towards her Estates.