Big Salmon Lake 'cause it's home, but it's gone

thanks! :D

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If the older boy is exasperated by Mato’s verbose tangent in detail that he had not asked for, Rannoch hid it well. Such is the druid’s way though. His passions easily become the sun which he eagerly gravitates around pulling him closer with no resistance from him. It was easy to lose Mato in these situations. His trades and his devotion towards them command his attention on a very singular level, as unfortunate (for others) as that can, at times, be. Easily, he can forget he has company at all, the spell only breaking when they speak. There is unbidden surprise that takes shape on the empyrean’s face as Rannoch declares that he likes it and then one ups himself by asking to be taught about the natural occurrence of the world. It’s true balance. Life, death and rebirth. The starlight druid cannot help the slightly incredulous look he gives Rannoch, for he is older and Mato expects him to know about such things — especially considering Cypress’ story about their parents. “It started with sorting out rotted meat from one of our caches,” The druid speaks, to set the context of his coming information for Rannoch. “my father explained to me that the rotted meat is removed and buried separate so it does not taint our fresh meat but also so that it can feed the earth. It makes the soil fertile and allow grass to grow. Grass, in turn, nurtures our prey and from our prey we are nurtured. And when we die our bodies decompose to continue the cycle, to continue to nurture earth as she will nurture our children, grandchildren and our many generations to come.” His acceptance of this cycle, of death, its easy because it has yet to touch him. On this subject he is truly innocent and naíve. He has not felt the crushing weight and pain that death leaves in it’s wake and does not realize that it is not as simple as he thinks it is.

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