They even saw the world in different light.
The Neari were like noctuelles, adapted to the moonlight.
The Samar were like birds, the life of day.
Yet they inhabited but the same land, ate the same fruit, hunted the same creatures
and were hunted by the same beasts.
Like most early people both clans worshipped everything around them, the earth, the wind, the rivers, the animals and the sky, sharing a very sophisticated relationship with nature, yet possessing merely simplistic drives.
They say the most beautiful part of a river is the estuary; that of an ocean, the beach; that of music, where melody meets silence and that of a painting where colour meets space.
Every year, during the eclipse when day becomes night, the Neari who had attained their adoloscence would come out from their hiding, so would the Samar.
Temporarily blinded by the gold and silver rays, they would engage in the most blissful activity known to them, moans and cries of pleasure would silence the birds and all other creatures of Earth.
They would then return to their hiding, never to talk about the happenings during the eclipse, silently believing that they had experienced god.
Then came the ice age.
Note : 'Possibility' is a very intrinsic term in human life, drawing from recent understandings and developments in theoretical and experiential physics it seems that any scenario is actually possible. The situation described in this story may very well be the reality in some other universe, defined by a different set of rules. Our science, their magic.