Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

Wraen had to smile, because this young girl spoke as if her life was already over. At a time, when it was just beginning. She knew, how she had hated the "when you get older, you will understand" statements at her age. Really all throughout life, but - boy - how difficult it was to suppress the urge and tell her not to worry. That, even if there were bleak periods in one's life, they were followed by exciting times afterwards as well. 

"I think that it may have to do with the fact that as a kid you learn a whole lot more and it happens constantly. When you reach a certain level, there are less new things to add, and thus... it no longer feels the same," she agreed, though her own childhood not felt as a far-away dream. She could remember some bits and pieces, but everything else was shrouded in the mist of forgetfulness. 

"What is that you wanted to do? To achieve?" she asked, wondering, whether dreams of youth nowadays were in any way similar of her own in the past. "I - for example - wanted to be a story-teller. And an adventurer. And maybe a princess a bit too," she smiled. "And I got the first two and the third no longer seemed as appealing as I had imagined," she shared. "I learned more about, how people are."