Ambrosia-Rose

The sun was painting the sky with shades of red and orange as the train chugged its way west.  In the back of one of the mostly empty passenger cars a tall suit of armor sat quietly next to a boy of small stature in a red coat.  The suit of armor seemed to shift slightly. "Brother?" The golden-haired boy in the red coat looked up from his absent-minded study of the landscape passing by.  "Hmm?  What is it, Al?" "What day is it today?" "November 24th, why?" "I thought so.  It's the Day of Thanks.  Remember?  Mother always made sure we celebrated it." The boy gave a small start of recollection.  "Oh yeah.  We always had dinner over