Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

The dream was gone, but Wraen found herself still standing, where she had been earlier. With the difference that in broad daylight she was hardly visible at all. She watched Dwin shift and wake, look around, searching for the sight of the character of her dream that she had spent long time talking to. Wraen idly wondered, what would happen, if she were to push the fabric of reality a bit, just to appear before the girl again. But other than for the sake of entertainment - she did not see point in trying. 

It would be interesting to stay and see, how her niece's life turned out. She was such a character! So like Sarah in her youth. They would probably not get along, being so much alike one another. It was a pity that her sister was not around to see this. That they may be long gone, but the legacy lived on. And, while every new generation was a bit different from the previous one, each would still have bits and pieces inherited from the ancestors. Be them character traits or looks. 

In that sense they were never truly gone. The dead folk. They were - as Towhee had said it so nicely - eternal.