Slyly moving to a bench he takes a seat pondering the mischief that has taken place while away, though unsure if he wants to rejoin the crowd he admires the work already crafted. Almost drifting off to the days of the volcano eruption or the sinking isle he blinks a bit. Remembering his purpose and promise he smiles as a figure places her hand on his shoulder and looks down at him with a smile. Though still missing the beloved place he grew up he must tends to other needs. Looking up at her he feels another hand upon his knee and he turns and smiles at the beautiful face that shares traits of his and that of his wife. Slowly standing he remembers the days of bliss on continents only known to those few who visited them. Moving slowly to stand he takes the little hand in his and his wife takes the other they begin to walk away from the crowd once again he takes a brief glance above the crowd into the sky and what he sees makes a smile dance upon his lips. No other than the shimmer sight of a BlueStar within the heavens circling a world shared and beloved by the few... Never truly to be forgotten
