Mosae laughed softly. "We're not always like that. There were times when we had to come down to do a thing or two which were—well, you could say, the path of our destiny."
"Oh, I see?" Aryan took a deep breath.
"I guess," said Mosae. "Tomorrow afternoon, Sister Isy and Brother Ramda will return to this hill. That's why they assigned me to serve you until they return."
"Thank you," Aryan said. "You guys are really nice."
"Hey," Mosae giggled. "Don't exaggerate."
"Sorry."
"Tell me," said Mosae trying to get closer to Aryan. "What are you worried about? You know," she shrugged her shoulders, "your face shows it all."
Aryan smiled widely. Of course, he thought. In his current condition, anyone would easily guess that something was troubling and making him sad.
"Amongst things," Aryan said, "I miss my mother. If it is true that I have spent that long while in Sibunian land, it means that I have not seen my mother in twenty years."
