There was something about the stars that were fascinating this evening. The aging brute would look upon them, reflecting on his past, his present, and wondering about his future. He thought of his family, the ones he had lost, of Quelt, of Bass, Wren, and their children. There was family all throughout his life. There were good things and bad, as was natural over the course of time, but through it all Allen knew one thing; he had lived. He had lived a good life, a fairly happy one. But there was one thing his heart missed... and he would wait for her forever if he had to.
Allen would sit alone by the rapids that fine autumn night. The cool, crisp air of the evening was upon him, and the aging gentleman would close his eyes. Reflection. There was a lot to do on that aspect. He would open his eyes again, wondering, where did the time go? Was he really so old? A chuckle would escape his lips, dark gaze shining. No. He wasn't old... he was six years young. When spring came again he would be seven years young. That was all there was to it. He still had plenty of life left within him... so there was no way he was going to give up on anything now.
