Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

How long ago? she asked. Sequoia had never outright asked either of her parents how old they were. She wondered if they had wanted to be grown up like she did. Dacio and Opalia seemed complacent being children, but Sequoia wanted more. She wanted to help out, she wanted to do adult things, she wanted to be Important with a capital I. She still didn't really know how long she would have to wait, but it felt like eternity.

Do you still have nightmares? Do you remember them now? Would she start to remember them when she got older? Maybe that was an indication of growing up. Maybe she should try harder to remember them.