Jara nodded encouragingly at the question, touching the pod delicately with the tips of his claws. The gesture was gentle and almost reverent; he tipped his head and let it fall back a fair bit, pointing with beak and eyes directly above them, to the gleaming stardust specks of far-distant pods rising high into the sky.
"Mother Sky, kalashi for Father Deep." He spoke more quietly now, bringing his hands up to his chest to clasp them and twine their fingers together. They slowly parted again, fingers lifting and curling as his hands spread. It was a silently poetic gesture, the best he could do to adequately explain two lovers coming together, and the blossoming life that followed such a union. "Hork Bajir kawatnoj of Mother Sky and Father Deep. In Mother Sky, much flowers blooming on Great Tree--Mother Sky is dark, they bloom. Much flowers, much bright." He motioned upwards again with his head.
"Hork Bajir die, and go be with Mother Sky always. Must climb Great Tree to find Mother Sky. Must become flower."
He looked back at Daniel more seriously now, and reached to pointedly caress the nearest pod with his knuckles, tracing the outline of the silhouette within. "Jara Hamee and Daniel friend come from flowers. Mother Sky speak to Jara Hamee. Flowers not bloom yet, is not time. Not climb Great Tree yet for to bloom. Must wait for flower friends come to Mother Sky."
He didn't know what else he could say, didn't know the words--he had no words for it. None to explain the importance that they leave these flowers alone, to grow and shine and wait, until they were ready to usher forth their new souls into the afterlife. None to suggest how important this situation was, or how precious these things were, the bare hints of life not yet lost cradled within them. Nothing to suggest how lucky they were to be able to see this, to be able to experience a goddess' love.
He couldn't speak any of his thoughts, so he didn't speak at all. He simply looked at Daniel quietly, expression soft and wistful, waiting and hoping that the human would understand.
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"Mother Sky, kalashi for Father Deep." He spoke more quietly now, bringing his hands up to his chest to clasp them and twine their fingers together. They slowly parted again, fingers lifting and curling as his hands spread. It was a silently poetic gesture, the best he could do to adequately explain two lovers coming together, and the blossoming life that followed such a union. "Hork Bajir kawatnoj of Mother Sky and Father Deep. In Mother Sky, much flowers blooming on Great Tree--Mother Sky is dark, they bloom. Much flowers, much bright." He motioned upwards again with his head.
"Hork Bajir die, and go be with Mother Sky always. Must climb Great Tree to find Mother Sky. Must become flower."
He looked back at Daniel more seriously now, and reached to pointedly caress the nearest pod with his knuckles, tracing the outline of the silhouette within. "Jara Hamee and Daniel friend come from flowers. Mother Sky speak to Jara Hamee. Flowers not bloom yet, is not time. Not climb Great Tree yet for to bloom. Must wait for flower friends come to Mother Sky."
He didn't know what else he could say, didn't know the words--he had no words for it. None to explain the importance that they leave these flowers alone, to grow and shine and wait, until they were ready to usher forth their new souls into the afterlife. None to suggest how important this situation was, or how precious these things were, the bare hints of life not yet lost cradled within them. Nothing to suggest how lucky they were to be able to see this, to be able to experience a goddess' love.
He couldn't speak any of his thoughts, so he didn't speak at all. He simply looked at Daniel quietly, expression soft and wistful, waiting and hoping that the human would understand.