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Orin lay beside the white granite tomb of her master for a long while. Her red hair trailed along the floor, mingling with the ivy that had grown wild out of doors, and had manage to find its way in. Twenty long years she had waited and today was the anniversary. But it was five minute til midnight and still there was no sign of her master. If he failed to come, all hope would be lost, and all her loyalty uselessly spent, just as everyone had said.

Her eyes drifted ceaselessly up a crack in the granite. Perhaps he would burst into the world in flames and glory. The meer thought made her smile. Lord Kinrick of the Isles was too sleek and dashing to every do anything like that. He would probably wake while no one was looking and then enter the house with a nonchalant shrug to the greetings that would ensue. He would roll his eyes and continue with the graceful lifting of his shoulders as if he had been gone only a night, and not so very many years. Orin checked the timepiece in her pocket. It read two til midnight. She stood, not bother to shake the leaves from her blood hued locks and hefted her brother's sword over one shoulder. Though in these day of peace there was no need for such thing, she felt it might help the transition if he saw that she had retain some traditions.