The Sunspire I got tired of the song and decided not to start a new one

wow have a wall of text, sorry.

Amsu listened with polite interest as Wraen explained the beliefs of her grandfather. This, too, was nothing new to Amsu, who had heard all sorts of religious beliefs throughout his life. Once others knew that he was open about such things, they often came to him wanting to talk about their own lives and their own religions. He nodded at the appropriate times as she spoke to show that he was listening.

Then she went in a new direction, one which made him a bit uneasy. Fire was a topic that and he and others did not often agree on. A pack had been forced to move due to a fire. It was a story he had heard before. It was a reason, one among many, that others did not wish to convert. The Light, they thought, had something against them. The Light hated them, or their family, and had destroyed their home and their lives. Fire could kill and destroy. Amsu knew this well. He had also known members of his own pack who had died in the summer due to heatstroke. Living in the desert could be fatal for those who did not take the proper precautions. Even knowing all this himself, he found it difficult to get the proper sentiments across to others.

With a sigh, he began, “Amsu is very sorry to hear that. Fire is dangerous and deadly. It destroys life. Amsu knows this well. And heat, even without fire, can kill as well. In the desert, one had to be careful not to overexert oneself lest they die of heatstroke.” He nodded sadly. “But…” He paused, still unsure of whether she would suddenly become angry and defensive. She had seemed willing to listen so far. “But… even fire has its place, yes? Fire often makes room for new life. Think of an overgrown forest. Life below the canopy has been choked out for many seasons now because there are too many trees. Most larger animals have gone because there is not enough room to grow. Then, a lightning storm comes and one bolt strikes a tree. This causes a fire—a devastating blaze that burns down the forest. Surely nothing good could come from that, right?” He paused for emphasis and dramatic effect. “But think about it differently. Many seasons after the fire, new life begins to grow in the forest. The ash is good for the soil. It helps new trees to grow. Over time, life begins to return to the area, which is now no longer so choked and dark from too many trees. So.” He took a breath. “Sometimes it is hard to see when one is up close. Amsu feels great sorrow for your friends who had to leave their home behind. But, generations from now, new grass will grow where there is now only ash, yes? So, in a way, even fire brings life.”