Maverick could still remember when he was still a child, his mother often muttered over his ear how she couldn't wait for him to grow up, so they could go everywhere and enjoy trips together.
Maverick turned to look at Julius, said, "Let's return."
Julius, standing beside him, still looks at the grave. "Already?" he asked, surprised by how brief Maverick's visit seemed.
Maverick smiled gently, nodding. "Yeah, she already received the letter."
Julius's eyes softened, understanding the sentiment behind Maverick's words. With that, the trio began their descent down the hill, walking leisurely as the wind seemed to calm, no longer gusting with its earlier force.
"Lord Beecham?" A voice broke the silence ahead of them. They looked up to see a young maiden standing near the path, carrying a bucket of flowers, her eyes wide with recognition.
