Run
Sounds of whistles and bells rung across the beauty that made the Gran Central Train Station. The smell of steam and noises of the whistles radiated a sound that would only exist in the bigger cities. Alas Naiser Vail had become prominent and was working it's way into the more... Shall we say Modern Age...Mary-Lynn in the meanwhile had traveled a full scale across the globe and returned her homeland during the ending summer months to enjoy the brisk fall that returned to glory in the north. She came home to a beauty that was unsurpassed, but to a destroying fate that should of well been avoided. With this terrible grasp in life, her place of home disappearing and evaporating before her very eyes, between her small fingers, the only thing in her mind still echoed from the dreary German Forest.
Run.
This loud echo, the annoying twang within the solace of her mind it was like being beaten over and over again with a large wooden object. Her brain had taken just about as much as she would ever be able to bare, yet here she sat with her thinly arms clutched to her chest over-wrapping a long forgotten briefcase which held only the most important of documents from her travels back to Germany for the ending of the summer months, now it was her time to return to Caislin Hallows. Alas, first she would have to navigate her way from this side of the pond before she could even dare to remember what the dusty castle still smelled like, the familiar peace over her body as it gave a little wiggle goosebumps covered her spine as she only stood to stare at large orange and yellow words flashing against a black back board. Her mind completely left that the world outside Caislin had continued on the same, that everything in the modern time had continued to roll on, even her family had moved on like she had never even been there...Even her ex-Husband had been moving on like never before.
Mary was not one for holding ill will, but the rush of the big city was slowly starting to drive her mad and make her think of the horrible things she had experienced since she had been away from Caislin. Finally the train she sat on started to move forward at a very slow pace, the lurch of the train forwards made her stomach turn. This would take them underground through the tunnel and then return Mary to the former glory she knew of the coast line to Ireland. One quick boat ride and she would be back home where the smell of freedom rang through every corridor. Not to mention she had hundreds of gifts returning back from Germany with a finding of two more Moons Tears. Proud of herself, yes she was quite. Happy that she had left the past behind? Not too much, considering how much her family and friends had completely forgotten about her, she could only wish for better things to come from her return to Caislin Hallows. So she sat on the ferry to move her across the pond as quickly as it could, which would take the large boat about two and a half hours if they slowed down to view the pods of whales going by for the last time this year.
Mary stood on the deck of the ferry, her hands gripped tightly against the cold steel that made the railing as she stood and waited, watching as the island of Ireland loomed ever so closer. Her heart thud with delight and fear, to see what her home had turned into, what stories there was to share and decipher. Her heart thumped with a large almost painful thud against her bones, the times she remembered at Caislin, the friends she had made and the classmates that had been sweet enough to attend her class. Well, this would be a new start for her more of a social start, if you will. Mary-Lynn was no longer, Miss Chevok, wife and mistress. No, no. She had become herself once more, Mary-Lynn.
With this, a smile erupted over her face the blonde scoops of hair curled around her face to enlighten the color of her tannish skin and bright golden eyes as they reflected the evening sun light that danced across the water and glowed behind Ireland like a lost love.