‘Your place is the water, we got told. Could I live on the water?’ their smallest one asked.
‘I believe there was a great number of us who once travelled the oceans. Now, few of us dare to leave the land; she needs us like we need her.’
‘I want to help the land.’
‘The water called to me, long ago now. Vision from afar helps as much as standing atop our troubles may. Somehow, your calling shall be made clear to you.’
‘How will I know when I’m called?’
‘When you feel the wind, do you question the air?’