Time is a Heck of a Thing

Eltrys looked at the bones as he listened to the tawny woman. Did these creatures have anything on the earth that remembered them? Or are they simply just bones now? Nothing else to know them by current minds? It made him think about what it means to be remembered and humbled that perhaps it wasn't as complicated as the teacher was suggesting. To honor the memory of someone was to remember them as living, no one around now would know how to honor these beasts. They all became dust and bones in the end.

He got up, he didn't add to the conversation, but he appreciated it nonetheless. He dipped his head respectfully to the teacher and began herding his young charge back home. She was already a fountain of questions.

"Speech!"