Forest breeze

[Iron Dragoon]

See if the family wants to go with us. Shopping in a God's realm might appeal.

[Anastasia]

You find Father's home but no one else. He's looking out the window, lost in his own thoughts, seemingly.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Papa! How're things after the move? I'm sorry it's happened a few times now."

[Anastasia]

Your Father is startled from his reverie, "Ah! Alyssa," he turns, "We're doing fine. Your mother and sister are off having a picnic."

[Iron Dragoon]

"And what were you so lost in thought over?"

[Anastasia]

"Eternity," he says it a little shortly, but stops. "This isn't somewhere I thought I'd see alive."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Which means... There are things you wanted to see but gave up on. Papa, that doesn't matter anymore. You and Mom... I want you to make a list of things you wanted to do and see. We'll work on it. You two, Alihana, and me."

[Anastasia]

"It's not that," Walt replies, "People don't just visit the afterlife while they still breathe, Alyssa. Well...normal people don't."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Normal people don't rise from poverty to be a Lord's personal blacksmith either. How many other smiths do you know that never made it past their own front door? You climbed the heights with what you had. Because of that, I climbed higher from there. Now it's my turn to give you a hand up."

Alyssa grins at him, "Enjoy it."

[Anastasia]

With an amused look, "Alyssa, right now, I'd just be satisfied if you got me lunch," he teases right back. "But I'm proud of you, no matter how much you make me think long thoughts."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, easier to think without all the noise of hammering. Speaking of, I want you to work with Jarem and see what he needs for the rest of the soldiers. Once you do, let me know what facilities you want. And I mean want. It's time for you to have your own big dreams."

[Anastasia]

A pensive nod at that, "We'll have room to grow here for that," he agrees. "What sort of size and output are you thinking of? How many blacksmiths, how much expected material to be produced?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa pokes him in the side, "That's your job to figure out," she sing-songs.

"But leave room to grow."

[Anastasia]

"That much?" Walt says, "Then I'll have to aim high, Alyssa. I hope you have the money for it."

[Iron Dragoon]

"You worked to make my dreams come true. My turn. You let me worry about it. I think I'll have Mom and Alihana do the same for a seamstress shop. I think it's about time our family has it's own sigil, and uniforms."