She did so, going silent after that. Hardly moments later she broke down, burying her face in her hands as tears streamed down her face.
It had been a year. The months had passed by without consequence. Aspen had assumed the position of Head Clockmaker of Icarus, replacing the deceased Elias Pemberly. Her assistants, Mo and Dali, accompanied her at all times. She rarely left her shop.
Aspen kept in routine. Her activities always led the same day in and day out. She rarely strayed from her orderly schedules.
"What do you expect to find?" she asked, almost afraid of what he said. "Nothing good came from last time."
