Yeesha: The people of D'ni didn't return easily. They only would take, until all was taken from them in the Great Returning, the Fall that destroyed them.
Yeesha: D'ni fell only a few hundred years ago. All of it was removed.
Yeesha: And my journey was similar. I could write things that no D'ni had ever dreamed of. My writing smashed barriers held as absolutes for millennia.
Yeesha: I could change things, I could move things... I could control things.
Yeesha: I learned beyond my parents, I learned beyond all. I wrote Ages against any (check: D'ni?) challengers, Masters of The Art, and they were beaten.
Yeesha: I took all that I could hold.
Yeesha: Only death can conquer pride so strong. For the D'ni, and for Yeesha, it was death that moved me to return.
Yeesha: All died. All but the Least. The unproud.
Yeesha: The bahro considered themselves as dead already, and so they continued to watch D'ni, always ready to give more away.
Yeesha: And now they will return.