“Oh… maybe eight or nine hundred years old. That’s just a guess really, no Jamoura has died of old age yet but we speculate upon our expectancy. Marn is the oldest of us and he is somewhere over five hundred years old. Marn was in fact alive during the Valterrian. A few others, but he remembers best. Or so I’m told. I’ve never asked him about it personally, I often think it a difficult subject to approach.” Asha shrugged her shoulders somewhat regretfully. The Valterrian was a difficult subject for anyone, probably even more so for someone who had lived through it. She wasn’t about to go bothering the most respected elder of her people with bad memories though doubtless Marn would have answered her kindly and informatively. “I see. A god of the family is worthy of worship indeed but I am afraid I am confused. What has blood to do with community?” Asha asked her question hesitantly. She tried to be careful surrounding the faith of others. Some were very private with it, and others very protective of it. She thought it best to always tread carefully around the discussion of it with others. Asha was not the sort of person to purposefully offend another, or so she liked to think of herself. “Well, the gift can be hard to explain. It is for me anyways. I’m very removed from that before time so its difficult to think of myself as possibly having been so different if I had been born at another time. Back, in the time before the Valterrian, my people were simple minded and lived on the forest floor. We were the same as the deer and wolf, we were beasts as humans would say. The humans encroached on our home grounds, pushing us further into the forest. Caihya took pity on us and planted seeds which rooted deeply in the brains of my people. During the Valterrian those roots sprung forth and flowered, and we became the creatures we are today. Caihya gave us the ability to shape this city and we give thanks to her by coexisting harmoniously with the forest.” Asha said and spread her hands out to indicate peace. The story of her people calmed and excited her at the same time. It was a thrilling tale, her favorite, and yet it brought a calm peace of mind that things were as Caihya meant them to be. She and her family were not forced to fight desperately for survival nor were they living in fear of the human’s movements. “What happened to make your people leave their trees?” Asha asked softly. She had a feeling that the story of his people was the reverse of her own. The Valterrian had changed them from their original being but it had allowed them to become equals to the humans in the world. Perhaps more than their equal though Asha pushed the thought away quickly. Humility was the virtue she sought the hardest but seemed most difficult to attain. |