Chapter II, Reading 3

Flindra gave a small snort of impatience. "At this point, I don't even know what to think!"
"Well, why don’t you just start by emptying your heart. I can listen for as long as it takes and talking might help you focus your thoughts."
"All right," she agreed hesitantly.
Leudh kept an arm about her shoulders and guided her to a seat on a fallen tree. He selected the spot so they rested under a patch of the afternoon sun. He kept one of her hands between both of his after they sat. He wanted to give as much comfort as possible.
"So tell me now, what do you feel?"
She took a deep breath. "I feel like a stranger to myself. I feel like a tree with no roots."
"Flindra, let me ask you a question," Leudh interrupted.
"Of course."
"Do you feel any less loved today than you did before you were told about your true heritage?"
She shook her head. "No, I feel very loved."
"Then don't feel rootless. Your destiny may take you away from us, but you're not alone for the Spirit will always be with you. And this can always be your home if you want it to be."
"Thanks Leudh." She squeezed his hand in appreciation. His words had given her some measure of comfort.
He smiled and laughed softly. "Anytime, little sister," he replied in a pleased tone. "Now go on. Open your heart. What do you feel?"
"There's so much pain. There's pain from Papa's death and there is pain from having to leave my family and my home. My whole world has been changed in such a short time."
"That's understandable."