there's no time to be bored in a world such as this
It is a sad thing when someone dies, even though it is natural. Everything dies eventually - life is a cyclical thing, ever spiraling from one moment to the next. Fire purges the greatest forests and paves the way for newer growth and those trees rise up to the heavens until eventually they, to, are felled. It's Rae's intention, and you think it's beautiful.
But that doesn't mean it isn't sad.
"He'd probably be upset if we use his body," you reflect to your sister, a little bit disappointed that you won't be able to craft a lovely garden out of his corpse. But there's more pressing issues to attend to, because the luxere is approaching her, its nose pressed against her hand in a clear gesture of trust and bonding, and even though you feel a sudden and very strong burst of envy you feel far more proud and pleased and bewildered. "It's bondin' to you," you announce somewhat unnecessarily, kneeling down to extend a hand to this newest member of your family.
Quietly, for the ears of the luxere and your sister alone, you bestow upon it a name. "Mono no aware," you murmur, the phrase something you picked up somewhere in your learning. Glancing back up at Oia, you smile. "Aware for short. It's about the importance'a moments like this one, when things change in a way that'll never go back." Loss of life and gain of life - the cycle made complete.
But that doesn't mean it isn't sad.
"He'd probably be upset if we use his body," you reflect to your sister, a little bit disappointed that you won't be able to craft a lovely garden out of his corpse. But there's more pressing issues to attend to, because the luxere is approaching her, its nose pressed against her hand in a clear gesture of trust and bonding, and even though you feel a sudden and very strong burst of envy you feel far more proud and pleased and bewildered. "It's bondin' to you," you announce somewhat unnecessarily, kneeling down to extend a hand to this newest member of your family.
Quietly, for the ears of the luxere and your sister alone, you bestow upon it a name. "Mono no aware," you murmur, the phrase something you picked up somewhere in your learning. Glancing back up at Oia, you smile. "Aware for short. It's about the importance'a moments like this one, when things change in a way that'll never go back." Loss of life and gain of life - the cycle made complete.
