Blacktail Deer Plateau The day is set

Sun Spark met her question with that same soft laugh he met her every question, and she felt taken aback by his response. She had never thought of death as a means of reuniting with those passed before her, but Sun Spark's words made her think that he did. In fact, she found his view of death entirely gentle. That was something wholly different. The elder looked upon his life and saw every day as a gift. For Kaihra, every day was a simple matter of pressing forward, of finding those things that would prevent her survival and overcoming them so she could win one more day on the earth. She didn't know what came after - she only knew what came here and now, and to think beyond that did not come as a calm thought.

"I don't understand." Her brows knit together as she voiced her frustration, aimed primarily at her own inability to grasp his reasoning. "You speak of death so calmly. Doesn't it scare you at all?" Her voice held a twinge of desperation, and she looked at the elder with an intense uncertainty dancing in her golden eyes.