Her ears swiveled as he spoke, interest apparent in the way her head began to tilt, and her lips began to purse. Ancestors were, of course, a part of her faith too, though the importance of them seemed smaller. They could also agree that death was not the end, for her ancestors had all gone to roam the forests of the Gods. It was comforting, in a way, to pick up the small similarities between their faiths.
The concept of reincarnation, though not entirely new to her, had always been fascinating. She made a mental note to come back to that topic later. "No. Well not exactly. We can feel them, and oft-times even see them, but they never speak to us. Their answers come in signs." Not unless they had taken on a physical form. "We do have seers who can commune with them, but the journey to the seers is long." A trip usually reserved for last resorts. But even then, once you made your decision, and the fates have spun your thread, there is no stopping it. "I believe it too, that those who die aren't really gone. We'll all meet again, in the next realm."