”A gift?” Sybel continued to look wistfully off the shore. ”Tanroa gave us all the gift of time, just as Kihala gave us life. Or so the story goes,” she replied with a light smile. ”Unless you mean something else.” She’d already learned a great deal from this girl about different races. Perhaps there was more to be gained, still.
”Shadows whisper secrets,” Sybel said with a grin. ”Some wish to know and some do not. But isn’t Leth the same? The moon can see into the mind just as sure as the sun does with the heart.” Leth was supposedly visceral and tranquil, all in one. She’d never learned too much about him – all she knew was his love for the sun, hence that nightly pilgrimage through the sky. It was a beautiful story, all told, but how much of it was really true?
Sybel shifted the weight of her crossbow to the other side. ”I think all of us struggle with time. I think it’s just as scary to die as it is to live forever. You don’t know where either will lead and in the not knowing, fear it.” She turned back to face Eida. ”But you know, everything is connected. Leth and Laviku, for example. Without Leth, the tide couldn’t rise and fall the way it should.”
”And so, without Dira, how could we love Kihala? Without Tanroa, how could we appreciate Lhex?” She was feeling strangely philosophical. ”Without you, there could be no me, and vice versa.” It was the surf and the moon and the strange, shapeshifting Ethaefal beside her. They paused in their walk to turn back toward the city.
”What do you think, Eida?” Sybel gestured to the scenery. "Do you feel connected?"
”Shadows whisper secrets,” Sybel said with a grin. ”Some wish to know and some do not. But isn’t Leth the same? The moon can see into the mind just as sure as the sun does with the heart.” Leth was supposedly visceral and tranquil, all in one. She’d never learned too much about him – all she knew was his love for the sun, hence that nightly pilgrimage through the sky. It was a beautiful story, all told, but how much of it was really true?
Sybel shifted the weight of her crossbow to the other side. ”I think all of us struggle with time. I think it’s just as scary to die as it is to live forever. You don’t know where either will lead and in the not knowing, fear it.” She turned back to face Eida. ”But you know, everything is connected. Leth and Laviku, for example. Without Leth, the tide couldn’t rise and fall the way it should.”
”And so, without Dira, how could we love Kihala? Without Tanroa, how could we appreciate Lhex?” She was feeling strangely philosophical. ”Without you, there could be no me, and vice versa.” It was the surf and the moon and the strange, shapeshifting Ethaefal beside her. They paused in their walk to turn back toward the city.
”What do you think, Eida?” Sybel gestured to the scenery. "Do you feel connected?"
