MM! Truly... I miss it myself.... [ She places her hands there to rest against her lap. Thinking off into the side, trailing into her own wonderous daydreams. ]

My people, we believe when the stars fall from the sky a new soul is reborn unto the lands. They say that Emer, the Siren. Was lonely, but did not know what loneliness was until the first star fell from the sky and a mortal being was born. From there, she understood what a Gods love for others meant.

She sang to them, so always the winds blew for them, keeping them safe... Then her lover Beithir. Did not understand her feelings, and although was neutral... Gifted the mortal people lands by pulling them up from the ocean for them.

It is because of this, that all mortal kind is beloved. Should be, for we are all loved by the Gods, and there is no in-between... But here.... Within the Grove.

What love is there to have? It feels as if, whatever love that you have had - is not for you to keep, but instead the Grove takes it instead...

[ She seems to take a moment to let that sink in, but looks up towards her and gently asks: ]

Why is that?