Arae listens to the Undertaker first with interest, then with just a hint of sorrow, their eyebrows knitting together as they think about his words.
I... couldn't agree more, I think. Ynoch has given us so much, always, um... I think it will become very important to keep that spirit alive. To uh, honor the lives, the people she felt for so deeply - past and present. She isn't truly gone, if we don't let her be...
The Immanu trails off, shoulders slouching a bit, suddenly worried they've said too much or overstepped a boundary.
I'm sorry... that's just my thinking, of course.
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Are you a... philosopher, Rii'Heis? Do not apologize... for thinking. It is the power... of your kind.
The Undertaker settles, laying their head down near Arae so to better regard them. He seems relaxed.
There will always... be another. It is good... To encourage the spirit... new deities may yet... rise to fill the void. Ynoch did begin... as only an egg. Just like you. We must foster goodness... and remain vigilant.
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Arae resists the urge to hide behind their hands, returning the Undertaker's gaze as calmly as they're able to. Despite their shyness, they give the Corvigere a gentle smile.
I'd like to think of myself as a bit of one. I am with a circle that unearths lost knowledge... I'd say that um, it's an endeavor that does make you think a lot. There's... a lot of perspective to gain, learning about people and viewpoints you sometimes have incredibly little in common with.
They pause, lightly tapping their chin with their index finger, before nodding.
I like the way you put that... fostering goodness. Remembering the good others have done, for us and for others... and paying it forward by being good to others in kind. I hate to ask so bluntly, but... do you have any such stories to share? Of goodness? Sharing them could, um. Help tide people over, in this time of mourning.
The Undertaker considers.
Once... Kemichira the thief... stole 20 fish from the river... And so proud of their catch... did not share a single one... with any of their siblings.
Migari himself only caught 1... but shared it with Nalareu the bold. And Nalareu knew... how to cook the fish. Not just with heat... but with spices, fruit, and grain.
The two had a warm and filling meal... While Kemichira had to eat... 20 cold raw fish... As they were.
It is better to share... what little we have... than to amass large amounts... of what we cannot use.
Arae's eyes wander as they listen to the story, the Undertaker's voice putting them at ease. At the end of the story, they give a slow, thoughtful nod.
An important lesson... one I'm afraid many have yet to learn... I'll gladly share this story with more people. It's an excellent example, it may inspire some people to reconsider their priorities...
I wonder, though...
They pause, gaze returning to the Undertaker.
I don't hear of Kemichira or Nalareu often, I think. Maybe I just haven't been looking in the right places... But I was wondering... Could you tell me more about them, if it's not too much of a bother?
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Like Migari... there were other figures in Ynoch's stories... that were entirely fictional spirits.
But like Migari... there were others who were born... inspired by those false spirits... and with a certain level... of divinity themselves. Each one... became the first... in a different line of chimia. But Migari... is the oldest... and Migari's kin... are the only ones who still live. So we know of Migari.
Kemichira was stolen... from Ynoch. Kemichira's kin... the Chimeko... died long ago, even before... The Age of Preiyer. One tends... to find her story... in text... as it lends itself to literature... as an adventure... where she is the villain. Text does not survive well...
Ailironah is another... who was stillborn... but reborn from Ynoch's trunk. Ailironah's kin, the Chimoraa, died in The Senescence. They were the ones who did not leave their mother.
Nalareu was the youngest... bombastic and powerful... and her kin... the Chimareu... were the smallest in number. They were hunted... to extinction... during the Age of Preiyer.
Ynoch had many children... but not many are relevant to today.
Arae seems to lean in a bit as they listen, fingers idly playing with the hem of their shirt. They stay silent for a little while, even after the Undertaker stops speaking.
Knowing we've lost so many people entirely... It, um. I'm not sure I have the right words... It moves me, I think, is the phrasing that is closest... Thank you for keeping them alive in your retellings.
I'm wondering, what made the Chimoraa stay, when all the others left? There's so much to ask...
It was... strange. They lived... so close to the teleport. Many... were gifted with divination.
Hmm... Maybe... they saw worse, for a future in which they left. There are so many possibilities... We can only guess.
Arae bows their head, one hand rubbing the back of their neck.
Ynoch must've been devastated, um. At their loss. Though any loss is terrible, I'd imagine that... some are worse.
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The Undertaker is quiet for a moment.
I do not know why she never told us... what happened, in the end. She is not one... to leave stories, unfinished. Even the sad ones.