The Priest pointed at the remaining ghosts and said -
"All of these fellows are but animated memories. When their souls come back to claim them, when they are strong enough to do so, their memory is released from the sphere for which they have been attached and trapped e'er first they fell. The lives of men leave impressions everywhere and over time it is their lot to reveal and heal themselves, and the world, of the sadnesses they have left behind.
"We have been praying to help them find the strength to collect their residuals of the darkest of periods in their own history - for the soul is accountable - even for that of its own misery."
"Do the Fey have ghosts that they also leave around this world?"
"No, not as the mortals do ... the Fey are consolidated into one. Their souls invest themselves in the natural world, storing happinesses away, buried beneath a tree or hidden in a bird's egg - I knew one who had kept his happiness in a box of chocolates until a Troll came and ate them all. No matter - they do this all of the time and really, you cannot trust the Trolls to keep to their own.
“Anyway, and more to the point - the Fey keep their misery upon their person all the time; they use it to write endless ballads of moribund and tedious exploits ... always singing their sorrows, I've noticed."
Goober was scowling at this blanket comment so said.
"Eh Father, when was the last time you heard me singing my sorrow to you?"
He needed to speak up because he really thought that the comment smacked of typical racism - very common between Mortals and Fey.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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