Sighing quietly in relief, Elena set her sights on a box labeled for his mother while Basch explored something a little more recent. Damn near fell over in trying to lift it off the shelf - she'd been expecting something light, perhaps packed with motherly afghans. It turned out to be considerably more weighted. Opening the top revealed even more photos, which predated anything he had shared with her so far. Given the youthful appearance of the blonde woman depicted in them, she would guess that Basch hadn't even been born yet.
The singles were of Leandra alone and chronicled her life. It was always interesting to look back on fashion and hair trends of the decades before her time. At the bottom was a more proper album, its once white surface yellowed with age. After digging it out she sent a cautious look at Basch's broad back - wondered if some things shouldn't be for her eyes to see. In the end she decided it must be okay, so long as he had invited her along. There was really no quieting the nagging voice of curiosity, anyway. Elena's only choice was to give in.
Inside was a love story that was rare to see in this day and age. Once upon a time there was a man and woman, and it was painfully obvious that they would spend their lives together. It was a chaste romance in the beginning. Over time the cheek pecks became snaps of loving kisses, culminating to one shared beneath a wicker arch on the beach; a crystal blue ocean serving as their backdrop. The bride's dress was light and airy, falling just a little below the knee and showing off her bare feet. Her groom was obviously the more traditional of the pair, sticking to a crisp black suit in spite of the sun and sand.
After the happy wedding photos came a series of a proud father, with hand splayed over the subtle swell of his wife's stomach. The dates written neatly beneath each photo made her wonder: were the boys honeymoon babies or perhaps on their way a little before the exchange of vows? It brought a slight blush to her face, and she was shaken from her reverie only as Basch handed her something from his service to Raminas.
Finally tearing herself away from the album, she took his proffered photo and watched as his attention suddenly shifted. There was no reading the tiny inscription from her vantage, so Elena could only observe quietly as he unveiled a sword. She was no aficionado on the subject, but it was a very fine piece: simple yet elegant. One would have to be blind to think otherwise. Kneeling beside him, she carefully set his mother's album out - so that he could see if interested - before leaning in to get a better look at the length of steel. "It's beautiful in a deadly sort of way." She commented, turning her head to look at him. It was rare to see Basch so awestruck. "Family heirloom?"