04-19-2011, 09:13 PM
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Refusing to have any attentiveness to the Dahlian woman behind her, the pale female wept about her pitiful life and how she wanted to end it here and now. Letting the woman's words echo in silence across the graveyard, Alae accepted the fate of death and dying long ago. Nearly to the point where death wasn't feared by the Sidhe, death stood for a marking of the natural process of every single organism upon this world. According to Buddhism (a belief system that appealed most to Alae), death wasn't particularly the end of life, but the end of the body an individual inhabits. The spirit still remained, seeking out the need of attachment, attachment to a new body and life. In this female's case, Alae couldn't understand why she would want to surrender her beauty at this point in her life. She was ripe, young yet, even while Alae couldn't see her face with her back still turned to her, the Dahlian didn't doubt this woman was a figure of beauty in her youth. "Death won't be the end of your life. Your physical, yes, but not your spirit." Alae began, her words still soft-spoken and catering as gentle to the saddened woman. "Your spirit will still feel frustration and the wrath you feel now about your life, with or without your body. Even if you die, your frustrations will carry on to your next reincarnation. You could come back as a very irritable ant." The thought sounded silly, and while Alae did attempt to add some humor to her explanation, she was still very sincere with sharing and reflecting her beliefs upon this woman.
While Alae certainly wasn't a mindreader in the least, the Sidhe sensed there was an inferno and a fury of a storm brewing within her. Whatever troubles seemed to cause her to choose the option of death instead of carrying on to seem another tomorrow were most likely deep, penetrating issues of the soul. It was easy for anyone to feel like their last breath would be upon them once their world shattered to pieces, but Alae felt like it was an obligation to help this poor woman make sense of her frustrations. Remaining silent for several moments, Alae shook her head to herself in disagreement to the woman's words. "Nonsense." Alae replied to her, tenderly disagreeing. "From the fish, to the birds, to the worms in the Earth, everything has a purpose in this life. It might not be somebody who won't care, but something in this world will be disturbed by your death." Nobody needed to emotionally care for anything that died to make it a memory or feel sorrowed by it. Mother Nature herself was constantly plagued with depression over extinction of whole species, of plants and life dying with each and every season, each and every day. Anything that died in this world, has some sort of impact upon the world itself, no matter how significant it was. With this, Alae suddenly grinned. Stepping forward, a hand was placed upon the woman's shoulder in a gentle manner. "Because your instinct will not allow you. Your instinct is fighting for your survival, beyond what your emotions tell you." It was a simple philosophy many fell out of touch with.