Represented in iconography as a tree whose roots and branches are intertwined, the Mother is believed by many to be very literally the world upon which civilization rests. The explanation given by her devout for the curvature of the horizon is that an observer is standing upon her pregnant belly. Of course, more serious-minded sages are disinclined to agree, especially if they have traveled to Mantiigwe or one of the Orlotwean islands, but they don’t really bother to correct the misconception among the ignorant and illiterate. Let them have their harmless myths, it is reasoned.
Among those myths, there is a more profound concept shared by her priests: that life is a cycle of souls. Those now living were once dead, and that life and death are merely two sides of the same phenomenon — that death is very much like life, simply carried out in a sort of spiritually inverted version of what takes place under Aurwane’s bright gaze. Theshamine’s followers like this idea very much, and are quick to proclaim their goddess the dualistic double of Aurwane: she simply rules the other side much as he does this one. Wea is credited with giving birth to all creatures great and small, both Man and Beast alike. Her fertility even allows the plants to spring forth from her flesh.
Wea’s priests bury the dead in joyful celebration — it is a birth taking place on the side of life whose roots feed the leaves on this one.