The young man sat listening to as the older Ethaefal spoke. He admired Taithrosa, but the young man wondered why. He contiuned to listen and wondered what this brothers life had been like. Sad was defently a word to use for it. Lost. "I am more of a healer then a warrior, but yes I have some training as a warrior." Taithrosa said looking over at the water. He smiled and looked over at his brother. "That I think is the core of the differences between us. The mortals we live with now aren't fools. They just haven't finished the course yet. We have lived many past lives with these other souls. They are just as much a part of us as each other. We just remember more then they do." He said looking over the sands. He picked them up and let them fall through his fingers a few crystals sticking to his hands. "We have to much pain in our new lives upon Mizahar. If we focus on that pain we will fall into misery, and pain. No we are the choosen of Leth and Syna. We need to be better then the people around us. Do you think when we go stand before judgement again that we will be judged as easily as before, that we will have a free ride back into our beloved relams. I dought it." His voice was quiet as they spoke of mater sacred and scarry. "I help people because I love them, but also it helps to keep the pain away. I can think of other things and people instead our home, lost for now." He turned and looked at his brother. "It is nice to speak to another ethaefal. It is sad that we the children of the sun and moon don't see each other more." He gave a grin and smile. "That to is one of my dreams, build a place for the ethaefal. Were we can come together and enjoy each other, and help heal each other from the pain we experiences. Some place that is ours here upon Mizahar." |