Chapter 27: Nostalgia
"Knew your father?" Samson asked in disbelief. "When that child arrived in the valley, that family was quite the spectacle for all of us to see. Had a bit of an accent as well. For a long time, he was ostracized by other kids because of how strange he was. Red hair was even less common those days."
The former mercenary became more animated as he spoke about years past. When he wasn't moving his hands to explain, he was stroking his beard as he tried to remember a period of time long passed that had only been remembered since the very picture of a Sünsto was standing right in front of him.
Except for Iro's height. That boy was a bit small from what he remembered of Arthur.
"His accent is gone," Irene confirmed. "My grandmother, though, she still has it."
Samson's eyebrows rose.
"She's still around?" he asked. "I'm quite impressed by that. She spent every day using as much energy as possible. You'd think it would make someone burn out quicker, but longevity is an elusive thing."
Irene couldn't keep from grinning. She had been missing her father and grandmother quite a lot. It was the longest she had ever gone without seeing them. Deep down, she realized she missed her mother and brother as well. Even if they always gave her a challenge, the moments with them weren't always bad.
"Yes, grandmother is still around and giving my father trouble," Irene admitted.
However, the apprentice heard someone clear their throat towards the door and she knew what it meant.