They sat in a pew in the back whispering as the minister droned on about goodness and evil. “He seems so separate,” Airy hissed into Fehin’s ear. “And everything he’s talking about is self-evident.” “Maybe to you,” Fehin whispered back. “Remember you come from a place where people recognize the web of life.” “But what he’s saying doesn’t have anything to do with the web of life. Remind me to tell you about the Crion,” she whispered back. A woman in the row in front of them turned and frowned, shushing them with a finger on her lips. “So who are the Crion?” Fehin asked once the service was over and they were outside the church. “They consider themselves the keepers of the wisdom in the Otherworld. They keep the energy in balance. You would love them, Fehin. They’re only four-feet tall. Their eyes are this amazing shade of amber. They look sort of like what a fox would look like if it was human.” “What they’re doing sounds similar to the Hopi. They’re a Native American tribe who consider it their job to keep the balance of the world.”
