42 Shiarra Returns (2/2)

The boss lady frowned. ”Shiarra, you know that the fan club is only a part of it. I really do value my friendship with Jericho…”

Moira smiled. ”It is good if people know that my brother can't be messed with.” She paused as the woman's words sunk in. ”We have a fan club?”

Shiarra gave a nod. ”Why wouldn't you? You are performers after all.”

Mrs. Long sighed before turning to the bard with a smile. ”Speaking of performances, Jericho, how about you play us something before we head off?”

The man nodded and walked into the back room.

”Where is he going?” Shiarra asked.

”To get the drums,” Moira explained.

Jericho returned, carefully wheeling out his drum set. ”Moira, go grab your staff; unless you don't like them enough to perform for them.

”Of course I like Shiarra enough. Besides, it's tradition! I'll be back shortly!”

Jericho motioned for everyone to go outside.

The two visitors looked confused as they entered the front yard.

Moira followed after grabbing a decorative looking staff. She ran to the center of the lawn and faced the visitors.

Jericho sat down and started drumming in a calm but rhythmic pattern. He started singing in a mysterious chanting language.

Moira also started to sing as she danced. Her staff was twirling and moving beautifully in sync with her other movements. Their voices blended well.

Shiarra smiled as the two finished. Tears streamed from her eyes as she recognized what was being said and performed. ”That is the proper version of The Farewell Song you sung back at the well, right?”

Jericho gave a nod. ”The first time we say goodbye to a visitor and any time we send someone off on a long distance journey we perform this ritual.”

Mrs. Long smiled. ”It is beautiful and touching, why do you perform it?”

Moira smiled with a shake of her head. ”It isn't something easy to understand for those who have never experienced it. I don't know how to explain it; other than it is important to us.”

Jericho nodded. ”Mrs. Long, there was once a belief that all things were separate but undeniably connected. We performed that farewell ritual to send our will into this connection. It is our wish that the things guiding you will help you succeed as you go.”

Jeanette smiled. ”I see. Thank you.”

Shiarra frowned. ”Jericho, Moira, where did you learn that and why was it different at the well?”

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Moira smiled sadly. ”We made this song and dance six years ago. Our grandma's final request was for us to create rituals and ceremonies that we deemed important in our lives. Saying goodbye to others… has become one of them. The language we sung in is a language she taught us.”

Jericho smiled sadly as well. ”The version at the well was our grandfather's doing. You see, he could never figure out how to sing the words correctly so he made up his own lyrics in a language he did know.”

Moira nodded. ”But since we weren't saying goodbye to the audience and in order to maintain a level of respect for our goodbye ritual, we performed the fake version of the song and dance.”

Shiarra gave a nod. ”Thank you. It is very beautiful. I'm glad to hear the real thing.”

The two women entered the car and left.

”Shiarra, can you tell me about that song? It seemed to have affected you greatly.” Jeanette asked as she drove.

”They were singing in one of the revived and now almost dead Neo-Algonquian Languages. You see, back in the 2300's people lamented the fact that so many beautiful languages and cultural beliefs perished. So, they found the recordings of people speaking these languages and performing these types of rituals and tried their best to revive them. Even though their attempts couldn't bring back what was lost. They wanted to honor their ancestors by at least trying. Even I don't know if my ancestor's recreation was acceptable or not.”

Jeanette looked over to her employee. ”I didn't know that.”

Shiarra smiled sadly. ”Yeah, however history likes to repeat itself. I thought I was one of the only ones who spoke any of the dialects of this twice dead languages left.” Shiarra explained, still surprised by the two. ”I had no idea that the two of them had connections to those people. I wouldn't have guessed it based on their pale and freckled completion.”

”Wait, you knew what they were singing about? Can you tell me?”

Shiarra smiled ”It would be too hard to explain in detail, and their dialect was a bit strange to me so there are parts I can only infer. But if I tried to keep it simple, it would go something like this: 'We ask the spirits of nature and the guiding light to keep our friends safe as they face the challenges ahead of them. That if the challenges are too much and they are called to pass on, we ask that you guide them to where they belong. Until we meet again, may you be kept safe in the cycles of change.' It is a really touching goodbye.”

”Wow, and you said that was the simple version?” Jeanette looked shocked. ”The song wasn't even that long.”

”That is one of the greatest parts. They didn't have to say much at all to give a very beautiful message.”

Jericho and Moira watched the two drive off.

He walked inside. ”Are you coming? We still have a quest to complete with an unknown deadline.”

”Alright!”