“And how do we mark them?” There was a sadness there, having buried her eldest brother not two years ago and she knew that there was no way to break the immortality now. She would never join Wyatt’s court, instead she would watch her family pass away and she would be a mere whisper of legend in a few decades time.
“Some in loss, others in lovers. A few in the growth of trees from sapling to ancient oak. Stories told. My dear, only you can choose the telling of your time. It bends and ripples around us like a river, but like the river it moves ever forward, cutting itself through all that would stand in it’s way. Be only as melancholy as you can bear.”