06-09-2016, 03:52 AM
Selina closes her eyes briefly, murmuring softly. "No. I will provide the service, Nacesh. I do not think he was loved, but you are correct. He deserves a proper burial."
She turns to Betimi as she hovers over Mardak's prone form, arranging his body into a suppine position and closing his eyes. "Did you not attend the service I had performed for the caravan guard earlier? That is how we 'surface dwellers' generally 'dispose' of our dead. We believe that living beings are more than just flesh and bone. That there is a spirit within that grows and struggles. When Life ends for that being, that spirit must undertake another journey. Burials are our way of seeing the spirit on its journey in, what we hope, is a safe manner."
She turns to Betimi as she hovers over Mardak's prone form, arranging his body into a suppine position and closing his eyes. "Did you not attend the service I had performed for the caravan guard earlier? That is how we 'surface dwellers' generally 'dispose' of our dead. We believe that living beings are more than just flesh and bone. That there is a spirit within that grows and struggles. When Life ends for that being, that spirit must undertake another journey. Burials are our way of seeing the spirit on its journey in, what we hope, is a safe manner."