Margaret looks in on the children’s room as she passes by, smiles at her daughter leading storytime. Her daughter is barely out of girlhood herself, so she takes her position very seriously - straight back, crossed ankles. And she always does the necessary silly voices.
She nods at her daughter as she walks past. She smiles and nods at everyone - sometimes a hand on the shoulder. Margaret is in her element in the Library. She was born to it.
She trips up staircase after staircase around the grand central lobby, barely out of breath despite her age, and finally she is at her favorite room. Her special project.
She calls it the Recollection Room.
Shelves upon shelves of parchment and hand-printed books, reel-to-reel and cassette tapes. Interview after interview. Memory after memory.
When Margaret sits with new-arrived Dasaroi, places her fingers to their temples, smiles at them, and talks them in spirals through life before life before life, her gift a beam of light through swirling memories, leading them back to their beginnings… many questions are asked. But always, always, this one:
“What is the first thing you remember?”
Life before life, coming as close as possible to the beginning - even in the oldest of souls, there is the barrier placed by the gods after the Fall. Usually a dead end, but sometimes it is hazy - sometimes, together, they can almost remember -
That much is futile. Hence Margaret’s special project. Whenever she has a little time, she comes up to the Recollection Room; day after day,year after year, she is cross-referencing, she is taking notes. She is doing her level best to piece together the days just after the Fall. To find any clues she can.
She herself has just one clear memory from before the Fall. She remembers Tiala’s kiss on her brow, a single word: Remember.
She will remember. She will guide and keep the memory of her people. And someday, she will know.