How do I know what to believe in? The million dollar question, thrown suddenly into his face. Brows raised, the hippie lowered his golden eyes to her without an immediate answer at his lips. Where was this child's parents to teach her such things, to introduce to her the first walks of life she would need to explore? Though Razekiel had much (too much, perhaps) experience in love, life and spirituality, he was not necessarily the best to lecture on such things. Most might excuse his words as no more as the incessant, confused rambles of a treehugging idiot. He was okay with that.
"Well," he began, scratching gingerly at his chin as his eyes searched blue skies for answers or whispers of advice from the Mother herself. The breeze blew, the birds sang, but nothing reached his ears. The prince chuckled, amused by the Mother's convenient silence. "Well, little one, this old man can't answer that for you. Believe what your heart tells you to, and you will walk the path you were meant to."
He raised his smile to the wind, closing his eyes a moment as the warm breeze whirled about him in a gentle embrace. "You'll understand when it comes to you... you dig?"
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