A Chest of Pictures

It all seemed so long ago. She had not looked at these pictures for a long time. The concert. It was one of the happiest moments in the current century. It had been just a year ago, but now these memories were fading like the ones of Greenwood the Great.

She had changed. Somehow these mortals that she called friends had brought her back to live. After the concert she had resumed her studies. She had gone on travels.

And now she had moved into a larger house. When the chest with the pictures fell into her hands, she spend hours looking at them instead of going on with the moving. One of them she framed and put it on a small cupboard next to her bed.

Then she took out her harp and started playing again, the tunes from the concert. Dark and lovely tunes. They brought even more memories with them. She would write a letter to her mortal friends, informing them of her new address. Who knew what the future would bring to her? She certainly did not. But once more she felt like wakening from a numbness that hat lasted too long.