"It's not fair!" {{hiccup in the land of the remembered more like my two fave movies combined.}}
The Queen smiled in a vain attempt to comfort the newcome soul in the middle of her Hall. Dying was an easy process, sudden, a blink of an eye for the sands of time. But accepting the fact of leaving a world behind? That could be a long journey in which some spent their whole existance as a Remembered trying to embrace it.
”Muy bien, why wouldn’t it be fair?" She approached him, both her hands joined together over her skirt, an uncomprehending look inscripted in her golden eyes.





