November remembered a poem of sorts that her mother would recite whenever the 5th of November cam around."Remember remember the 5ht of November, The Gunpowder treason and plot, I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot" Along with,"People shouldn't be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people."
He had told her these things as they watched the Old Bailey get blown up of course. As she continued to dream, she saw other things come into play and she didn't understand them, well, not as of yet anyway.
She had pleasant dreams for the rest of the night. The next morning, one of her mother's friends came by and chatted with her. She learned a bit more about her parents and how they fell in love.
Though, her mother's journals along with the letter that Valerie had written and given to her father before she died helped her learn far more then anything else could.
One day, November found her father's cape that her mother had remade of the came fabric and the hat that he wore. She tried them both on and they fit her. As did the boots and gloves.
She kept up her training and she knows that she is always going to be remaining true to her heart.