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GAUCHO
I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good.
Gaucho had followed silently, like a warm shadow behind Ranjiri. When at first nothing had been found in the fields, Gaucho had thought perhaps that the Basin had been lying. It hadn't made sense that they would, and yet when there was nothing to show for, Gaucho certainly did wonder. Yet it was Ranjiri's keen eyes who had spotted the tracks and bayed that they follow.
Gaucho had gone willingly.
As they approached the group, Gaucho remained far back. The presence of Africa before Midas, in conjunction with Jiji's grief held him in his place. The Wildfire would surely grief for the Gallant, but this was clearly meant only for those who had loved him in a way different from the brotherly love he had once felt for the paint. Still, Gaucho stood like a pillar of fire, ready to defend Ranjiri should any try to prevent her last moments with her Father. The Falls had been taken - if the pair had to answer to any for trespassing, surely it would be Kahlua, Kaj, or Archibald. Were that they case, Gaucho knew that they were understand. As for Africa, and the horned male that Gaucho didn't know, Gaucho knew that he could hold his own against them. Though given their current grief-filled states he didn't think it would be a problem.
Silently the dun let his hardened blue gaze slip over the pile of trinkets that were left. To whom would those go? Gaucho knew Africa's flanks had been rounded when last he saw her, and now they were not. If the child was Midas', as Gaucho had assumed, would all worldly possessions pass to her? Would Africa perpetuate the distance that all of Midas' children had spoken of? Would Cera and Ranjiri receive nothing of their father? Would they be denied their inheritance? It wasn't his place, but still his mind wandered.
Silently Gaucho waited. Ranjiri could take as long as she pleased - and then together perhaps they would find Cera.
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