Anyone who came to stay with the Andoras would experience the world in a very different way. Everything with in their sphere of influence (strongest several miles surrounding Silver Gate, tapering to the edge of the forest itself) is filled with soft color and energizing warmth. Upon leaving their city, the first thing a traveler would notice would be the coldness of the wind, the heat of the sun. For with the Andoras nature is more pleasant, more tame. It is the magical presence of the Andoras which manipulate the forest in this subtle way. It makes all the animals nearby calm and with out violence. The Andoras do not allow animals near their presence to be hunted, for it would be cruel to kill an animal in this tame and innocent state.
If one were to stay with them for a time of several years one would also notice they do not appear to age. They do in fact age but it is a hundred times slower than humans, and slows even more the older they get. They do not eat meat, and as a matter of fact they barely eat at all. If they wish for fruit they commune with the proper tree and it will bare fruit with in minutes. Their dwellings are trees that they have �asked� to grow large and hollow. No creature fears them and they move through the forest without a sound, disturbing no creature.
Walking through the forest with them, learning from them, is like being Adam talking sweetly with the lord. They educate not only with words but with images that they reveal in the mind of the student.
They know the limits of this though, and they teach that life must be lived, for living is understanding. They teach respect for nature and all living creatures, for in nature one sees the beauty that was the Gods� intent. They have little outward worship but inwardly that thank Lizon and Omen who were their creators. Morals must come from within, not from with out. A good man is not good if the good was forced upon him. Dreams are to be taken seriously; they are a window to the world. Time is of no concern to the enlightened mind. To die happy is to die no longer fearing death. All things must pass, the bad and the good.
The Andoras say that when the gods created the world it was perfect. Everything was perfect circles and geometric shapes. No animal had need for food, nor were there births or deaths. The god of change whose name is death, fear, and terror came. The animals began to eat one another, the beaches became curved, the wind eroded the perfect mountains and chaos ensued. The Andoras say they are a dying race because they were never meant for this world, never meant to die or give birth.