This takes place after TSFT. Just a little one shot, Enjoy!
She heard her name whispered in the wind, a soft echo of the voice that will never speak again. She has to shake her head to clear of the voices of the past. She was right to leave England.
Gemma closed her eyes and let the wind blow her fiery hair unceremoniously into her face. A great copper clad lady greets her from a distance while a rugged young man came to stand beside her. "Lady Hope," he says in slightly accented English. "That's what some call her." The pale, freckled girl seemed startled by the pronouncement, so he tried for a more conversational tone. "What called you to her fair shores? Are you meeting someone, or traveling here with your family?"
Gemma brushed the hair out of her eyes with a gloved hand, and unconsciously reached for his- her red handkerchief at her waistband. It was rough and dirty. Not something a refined woman would carry around in public- more like what a sailor would wear. She smiled at his attempted subtlety. "No, no family. They're all still in England. I just needed a change. I am thinking about attending University."
The young man gave her a short once over. "What happened to him?"
Gemma wanted to ask whom he was talking about, but she knew it must have been all over her face. She didn't like being read like an open book, in fact, she rather resented it. But someone should know. "He died," she said. "Saving my life."
"I'm sorry," he said. Empty words, but he rested his hand across hers on the railing. He said nothing else but looked ahead. Where exactly she was not sure, to the closest harbor or the next century. And suddenly, she was very ready for her new life to begin. She rotated the hand on the railing around so that she was holding his, "Hello. We weren't properly introduced. I'm Gemma."
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