The soul never truly dies. It is reborn in another life or another world and yet parting with one's love, be it children or parents or friends is never easy. It is like losing a thing that binds us together. In time Natu will perish for her life has been long, far longer than the male and female pressed against her, but she lets her own august presence ease over them to relieve Paisley of her tension and allow Samhain to feel, for a moment, not as remote. What they see and what they believe cannot be known to Natu. If they would ever tell her then it would be a privilege. All lives are different, each raising different and each impact more consequential.

He allows her to touch him just as she allows them to lay next to her, to press their bodies into her fur and their breathes to mingle in a cloud around them, invisible save the way it binds them together. Paisley, the young woman says, and Natu smiles in a motherly fashion. It is a pretty name and fitting. Then she watches Samhain, dipping her jaw just so as a sign of acknowledgement. They had names and beings and while he might not wish to share just yet, Natu was not so tight with herself anymore. Her experiences deserved to be shared so that the youth could learn of her follies and her triumphs.

"My heart beats for my children and for my mate and longs for those of my blood who have passed. I have found joy in these lands and sadness as well. What of you, Samhain and you, Paisley? Tell me of yourselves and what you know of Molodian. It is refreshing to hear what the newest of us think for your views are not yet tainted by memories or rumors." Her voice is sedate and low, still at ease in the situation as she lays her head upon her paws, not needing to stare at the pair to hear whatever they might say. A dance of bodies first and perhaps a dance of the minds next.