08-12-2011, 12:12 AM
OOC: Late and fail-post >_>
Nootau paid no heed to the glare and only went back about his business observing them all, quiet as before. "Well..." Ralla started, an iffy look on her face. "It's supposed to protect us from evil spirits. As for the newcomers..." Ralla took a quick look around to make sure no one was listening. "They are a different matter entirely, Ayasha. The spirit realm is quite different from the mortal one, and there are many things that we must deal with by ourselves. If we never overcame trials by ourselves, we would be unworthy to step into the spirit realm." It was all very worrying, but in truth, Ralla hoped that the carvings would protect them from the newcomers as well.
Ralla chuckled at Ayasha's description of her little sister, which was quite correct in every fashion. "Yes, I suppose she just doesn't like the feeling. But you're right; I remember when you were younger and would come home caked with dirt from exploring." Those were the days when Ralla was carefree and innocent of the world's troubles. Now she was experiencing them, and it all seemed too fast. "It won't last forever, this hardship," she said with certainty as she looked at her daughter's carving above her own--two birds, each in differing personality and species, but of the same purpose and power. "The spirits have not abandoned us."
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
Nootau paid no heed to the glare and only went back about his business observing them all, quiet as before. "Well..." Ralla started, an iffy look on her face. "It's supposed to protect us from evil spirits. As for the newcomers..." Ralla took a quick look around to make sure no one was listening. "They are a different matter entirely, Ayasha. The spirit realm is quite different from the mortal one, and there are many things that we must deal with by ourselves. If we never overcame trials by ourselves, we would be unworthy to step into the spirit realm." It was all very worrying, but in truth, Ralla hoped that the carvings would protect them from the newcomers as well.
Ralla chuckled at Ayasha's description of her little sister, which was quite correct in every fashion. "Yes, I suppose she just doesn't like the feeling. But you're right; I remember when you were younger and would come home caked with dirt from exploring." Those were the days when Ralla was carefree and innocent of the world's troubles. Now she was experiencing them, and it all seemed too fast. "It won't last forever, this hardship," she said with certainty as she looked at her daughter's carving above her own--two birds, each in differing personality and species, but of the same purpose and power. "The spirits have not abandoned us."
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.