The elf sat beside the old monument, waiting for their satyr companion.
A young human sat beside them, nodding at the monument, "Terrible day that was."
The elf nodded.
"How do you remember it?"
The elf was quiet for a while, "Terrified during and after. Humans tend to remember they were hurt and have reason to be angry but not why, where or to whom to direct it."
"And you're still here?"
"This was home to elves before humans arrived."