with a reverence unimpaired

Some of them have moved on to other worlds. Some simply could not find enough food to sustain themselves and so they became rock and stone and mountain. Like all things the tulmhainars return to the earth when they die. Unlike most species though, their bodies give rise to new topography. Oh, different things. He replies with a shrug. Memories mostly. The best are happy ones.. This he says with a wistful and golden smile, his voice easy and leathery. With an eye-blink that lasts nearly a second its eye is so large, they are back on the porch and the tulmhainar has reclined the chair onto the back two legs, balancing easily. I would like to talk, if you have the time. To hear the memories of your life. I suspect Delah won't want to let you leave until we've talked, and I must admit that I am mighty hungry, but I can't force you. He shrugged his shoulders again in that easy and dusty way, rocking back and forth on the legs of his chair.