With a sound like a thunderclap, the granite split. A torrent of icy water erupted, nearly sweeping them both off the ridge. They clung to each other—the Watcher and the Warrior—as the lifeblood of their village roared back down toward the vineyards of Rez.
Dijwar, the younger, was "The Difficult One." He wasn't cruel, but he was stubborn as the bedrock of the mountains. While Siyar watched the horizon, Dijwar fought the earth, carving irrigation channels through solid stone with a ferocity that left his hands perpetually calloused.
As they descended, the mist finally broke, revealing the green valley below.
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"Your hands did the work," Siyar said, looking at his brother. "But your heart saw the way," Dijwar replied.
From that day on, the people of Rez told the tale of the two brothers who saved the vines: one who knew how to look, and one who knew how to endure.