Post by Cash on Apr 11, 2012 11:25:39 GMT -8
The workshop is dry and hot as a kiln. Only the clock-like hammering of steel on bronze hangs, ringing, in the stagnant air. A cauldron of mercury and powdered gold shines poisonously, glimmering in silent promise, waiting to become the gilded vestments of the memorial. Another strike of the hammer drives a hefty chunk of the spruing away, revealing more of the statue. Life-size, a perfect memory of Jordan's Fae mien, striding forward, a hand outstretched, eyes seeking the horizon. Against the base, a plaque awaits the final polish, raised letters shining.
"Stars shone in his eyes, and in his hand, for he was brave enough to grasp them. This world is a poorer place for his passing, but the next is richer."
Hans stands, tears evaporating as they fall. "Rest in peace, my friend. Bring back some stories for when we meet again."
"Stars shone in his eyes, and in his hand, for he was brave enough to grasp them. This world is a poorer place for his passing, but the next is richer."
Hans stands, tears evaporating as they fall. "Rest in peace, my friend. Bring back some stories for when we meet again."