"I wish I could say I knew how to speak to them directly as well," Fendros said, itching his cheek, "I just know the regular prayers and reverence. Had I stayed with my family for another few decades, they might have taught me how to summon the ghost of one of my ancestors in times of need, but those don't generally talk. That is about it." Fendros peered up at the ceiling in consideration, "It would be nice to talk to Mirasi, though. I always wondered what that would be like."

Fendros smiled wider. "At any rate, at least Irenya might not be as disrespectful as before," Fendros pulled Ahnasha towards him and kissed her on the side of her head.