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"Reverence, you say..." His voice was waves upon sand,
"You are wise for one so young."
He stood a fox-length before her, his markings rippling like water. He inhaled deeply, his eyes which seemed to hold the sun within them grew bright, and as he exhaled, a gentle mist fell from his lips, touched by a sunset that was not here.
"Life and death are one in the same. We cannot have one without the other."
As Watch spoke, a shape rose from the mist, the shadow of a foal, neither here nor there. The shadow raised its small head and a soft cry echoed around them. The foal rose upon shaky legs and greeted the world with laughter. They ran and played around them, growing in size and strength until they slowed, full-grown. The kin's laughter became a gentle lament, a wordless echo, until they rested once more in the grass at their feet. Then, there was silence. But from that silence and shadow, something new arose. A young tree, greeting the sun with the same energy as the young foal once had.
"Life rises from the loam, from the ashes of death. It is nothing to fear, for every life that leaves us, that is cherished and remembered by us, feeds the sun and the soul of the Swamp."
The glow in his eyes faded as he slowly closed his eyes. The shadow tree fell away, taking with it the echos of rustling leaves. As the Sun Burns returned his eyes to hers and smiled once more.
"Your children will know both life and death, more so than most. They will live full lives, and when their fated day arrives, they will greet death as an old friend." Watch stepped forward and gently placed his brow to hers
"Take with you my blessing, child. All will be well."