Danger Arceneau
The Widow
[member="Alric Kuhn"]
"I see." to a degree at least. Perhaps it was because Danger saw a bit of herself in Nel. The workaholic nature that consumed the LIran had been the very same that had taken over Danger's life for almost two decades. Thinking back, her younger self-thought she was doing what her grandfather would have wanted. What would make her father August Arceneau proud. To make Arceneau Trade a household name across the 'verse.
Danger had achieved that and more. The only problem being that the woman had also sacrificed the greater part of her life and family to do so.
The sound of a chair being pulled back followed the little girl sitting herself back down, clean hands now. Mister Tuggles curled himself around her feet. That brought a smile to her face. That made her think of another daughter. Rose.
"Have you heard anything about Rose?"
"I see." to a degree at least. Perhaps it was because Danger saw a bit of herself in Nel. The workaholic nature that consumed the LIran had been the very same that had taken over Danger's life for almost two decades. Thinking back, her younger self-thought she was doing what her grandfather would have wanted. What would make her father August Arceneau proud. To make Arceneau Trade a household name across the 'verse.
Danger had achieved that and more. The only problem being that the woman had also sacrificed the greater part of her life and family to do so.
The sound of a chair being pulled back followed the little girl sitting herself back down, clean hands now. Mister Tuggles curled himself around her feet. That brought a smile to her face. That made her think of another daughter. Rose.
"Have you heard anything about Rose?"