Flower. He was getting Jara. He hoped. Daniel listened carefully as Jara began to explain.
Kawatnoj? Jara was unconsciously letting out new words in his native language, but Daniel didn't interrupt him this time. Could that imply a general word for off spring? Maybe something to indicate chosen ones.
Jara was again moving to illustrate his point. This time it wasn't nearly so horrifying but it was just as raw. Jara didn't seem to think about it, he just seemed to pour out what he was feeling into just his body language. A faint feeling of tranquility settled over Daniel as he watched Jara explain. The Hork Bajir moved with a grace that he hadn't displayed earlier, showing what his English couldn't. Jara's hands lifted and twined, a singularly elegant movement, giving off a feeling of coming together and lifting, a deep rooted connection, right before blossoming into something new.
From what Daniel could follow, he was saying this Father Deep and Mother Sky's union had either created the universe or maybe, at the very least, created the Hork Bajir. Something about flowers in the Great Tree in the dark Mother Sky. Bright flowers in the dark.
Is he talking about stars?, Daniel wondered.
It wasn't that uncommon a belief. Maybe Jara's people thought the dead only continued their journey in another form, that their life force became stars when they died. Hork Bajir dying and climbing a tree to their Mother Sky, to become a Flower. Daniel looked at the pod that Jara had just labeled.
Sudden realization washed over him. "You think this is the afterlife. That we're dead."
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Kawatnoj? Jara was unconsciously letting out new words in his native language, but Daniel didn't interrupt him this time. Could that imply a general word for off spring? Maybe something to indicate chosen ones.
Jara was again moving to illustrate his point. This time it wasn't nearly so horrifying but it was just as raw. Jara didn't seem to think about it, he just seemed to pour out what he was feeling into just his body language. A faint feeling of tranquility settled over Daniel as he watched Jara explain. The Hork Bajir moved with a grace that he hadn't displayed earlier, showing what his English couldn't. Jara's hands lifted and twined, a singularly elegant movement, giving off a feeling of coming together and lifting, a deep rooted connection, right before blossoming into something new.
From what Daniel could follow, he was saying this Father Deep and Mother Sky's union had either created the universe or maybe, at the very least, created the Hork Bajir. Something about flowers in the Great Tree in the dark Mother Sky. Bright flowers in the dark.
Is he talking about stars?, Daniel wondered.
It wasn't that uncommon a belief. Maybe Jara's people thought the dead only continued their journey in another form, that their life force became stars when they died. Hork Bajir dying and climbing a tree to their Mother Sky, to become a Flower. Daniel looked at the pod that Jara had just labeled.
Sudden realization washed over him. "You think this is the afterlife. That we're dead."