The Summit Continues : On the Terrace
"Iridians search for energy," Kalile began, "in the strangest of places, in oil wells and coal mines, which are dangerous to build, which are difficult to maintain, and harmful to the natural process."
Zakor's brow furrowed. "But coal and oil, these things are 'natural', are they not?"
"Yes," said Kalile at first. "Earth has produced coal and oil, copper, uranium, and other resources in her many wombs, but the *way* that Man has chosen to utilize these Children of the Deep Earth is decidedly unnatural," he said, meeting the girl's gaze. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Zakor nodded. "I see your point."
"There are many," Kalile explained, "both in Iridian lands and in Mirico, who say there are better powers of nature that we can look to - the powers of the water," he said, gesturing to the cistern by which they stood. "...The power of the wind," he added, opening his palm so that the light flickering through the boughs above their heads danced in fractured coins of gold across his fingers. "And the power of the light," he added. Putting a palm gently on Zakor's shoulder and crouching to be eye to eye with the girl, he continued, "These things gave our ancestors life, and gave them the strength to bring us into being - and so it should be clear to us that, unaltered, these same resources would further sustain the generations to come. It is these things, water, earth and air, that we must protect."
"We," Zakor smiled.
"Yes," Kalile glowed. "You see, as I do, one of our greatest resources, which to some seems invisible, or impossible."
"Each other?" Zakor grinned.
Kalile's eyes sparkled kindly. "Exactly."
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