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Passings and Partings

Annah says:

“One of the ways my people are different from humans is that we may, from time to time, go back to the soil, or become one with a tree or plant or some other growing thing, and take rest there until we are ready to rejoin the waking world.  We do not mourn those who have gone to their rest, as we call it, although we do miss them.  When my parents were at rest, I would sometimes go to the Elder Grove and speak to them; tell them about my days, about my dreams, my sadnesses–and my joys.  I used to think true death was a different thing entirely–that the spirit-river Essei-Khai, whose great expanse bridges the shore between the waking world and the lands beyond this one, was entirely too large a gap to be dismissed.  I was heartbroken when my teacher, Serra, passed from this world.  And I know I will mourn for my parents when they, too, go to their final resting–on these shores, at least.  But I have heard Serra’s voice many times: in Vision, and in dreams, where, in sleeping, we are closer to those we can no longer see.  I know she is not truly gone.  I still carry her with me, in my head and in my heart, and one day, we will meet again.  Holder believes this, too, although  his kind do not go to rest as we do.  But no matter our physical differences, he and I both believe–all those we love, all those to whom we are joined by blood or by choice–there can be only a moment’s separation between us, in the First Ones’ eyes.  And a moment is small enough a thing to be endured, when we know that, truly, we are one.”


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Annah says:

“There is a golden time, when we accept all things in Life, and we expect the same of it.  Then, as we grow, we realize that we will not be welcome in every corner of our world, and that sometimes, those who once welcomed us will turn us away, sometimes for no clear reason, or for a reason that makes no sense in itself.  I have been turned away from friends I might have made, and hearth-fires I might have shared, both for things I could have changed, and things I cannot.  I believe it is important not to let the vines and thorns that sometimes grow across the paths in our lives take root in our heart; not to let them turn us too much against others, or against ourselves.

“Vines can wither, and thorns can blacken and die, leaving a path that once was unpassable free to be walked again.  And so may the blackened and broken places within ourselves be healed–if we allow them to be.  Time has healed many of the wounds I once had, and there is understanding now between myself and at least some who once thought ill of me–and of whom, if I am honest, I once thought ill of.  I find life even more rewarding now that I know there is the possibility that hate, anger and bitterness may wait for me along paths I have yet to travel, for I know that I have the choice of how I will meet it–and I know that choice can determine many things.”

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