Dakra reached over and took her daughter's hand in her own. "We tried to teach you things that would help you fulfill your fate. We decided to teach you the wisdom of nature, so you could always survive within her bounty. You should always remember that nature provides not only subsistence, but is a vast source of wisdom and knowledge as well. Nature is one way to gaze upon the face of the Spirit. The Spirit is reflected in our mortal realm in the world around us."
"Papa always was pointing that out to me. He said that knowledge would always bring me peace and strength."
"It will, dear Flindra. Hold that wisdom close to your heart. Remember, too, as you search out your destiny, that there is always purpose behind the surface of things. Search for the hidden meanings in what you see and hear for they are the hidden and sturdy warp threads that support the weft, which fills out the tapestry of our lives. Listen and look for the rhythms and patterns of life in the world and know that you will be right if you are balanced within them. This wisdom will guide you if you let it. It's just following the warp of Spirit's weavings."
Flindra sighed sadly. "I will try my best."
"Kewero never really explained why you were destined to live with us. Maybe the closeness that a woodsman and his family have with nature is one of the reasons. Many people in our world have forgotten the old ways of honoring the Spirit, but we live too close to nature to forget." Dakra smiled to herself. "I think the wisdom of holding the Presence of the Spirit close to your heart will be the greatest gift we have bestowed upon you."
Flindra nodded in silence.
"We were also able to teach you something else that most simple folk are ignorant of."
"What’s that, Momma?"
"Your letters and numbers. Haven't you ever wondered how all of us can write and figure?"
"I guess I never really thought about it," Flindra admitted.
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