Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"Do you have to dig up those bones of that particular dead person to talk with him or her? IS that's, why you have a graveyard inside your pack?" Dwin asked. "I don't think mom would look favourably, if I dug up aunt Wraen. Though I am sure she would not have minded - my aunt, I think, I heard she liked a good joke," but there was a little uncertainty in her voice, when she said this. 

"Do you need all of the bones or just one piece would do?" she continued that train of thought. "Because realistically, I could steal a piece of bone and no one would have a clue," or they would. A disturbed grave place. She sighed - why were all the exciting things in life so damn complicated. "Do you think there is a rule against digging up your relatives? I mean, technically, they are not there anyway?" though she had a feeling that even proper argumentation would not convince either Maia or Eljay that grave-robbing for the sake of conversing with the dead was a necessary and noble deed.

"What kind of gods and goddesses you serve?" she moved on to the next topic.