VII. HOOTHOOT
How pathetic would it be for her to proclaim that she no longer needs people?
That she no longer wants to cling to their presence as they pass through the Soulstream and into Erinn?
That she no longer pines for her life as 'Mari' instead of 'Nao'?
How pathetic would it be for her to shout to Morrighan that all she needs is the Goddess's love and that of her white owls, which crowd around her with love and affection bright in their dark eyes?
Not very, because she knows how to hold on to memories.
Not very, because she still remembers their voices.
Not very, because she still remembers the days of being a human Tuatha De Danann; the days when warm blood and hot feelings surged through her child's body.
Two owls circle above Nao constantly, familiar and loved. They are always with her; protecting her.
She has named them well.
"Tarlach! Ruari! Another soul is coming soon!"
No, Nao decides, it's not very pathetic after all.
Memories are all she needs.
