I have been watching the first wagons for days. For lunch while there, and meeting others I have entertained their children with what I like to call bug readings. The kids enjoy it, even if it had nothing but surface entertainment value. The young boys and girls bring me plump bugs they have found, and I count the legs, the wings (most gone by the time the kids bring to them me, or after awaiting their turns) and tell them of future hunts, children, skills in clans, or even pending doom from an older sibling who will find out they took their favorite item.
I do this by taking what is left of the brought bug, snapping its head off, of course handing it back to the child's empty palm and with a little squeeze I close my eyes, giving a hum, cause children love hums, makes them think I'm really in deep thought, drawing pictures of Lar Torvis, Bosk, Birds, Snakes, or even Stars and Clouds along their for heads of cheeks.
I enjoy hearing Parents laugh, and the giggles of the young as I give them what is left of the bug carcass to bury. Telling the Parents of course I am not responsible for those who forgo the bury and just eat the bug. Future hunter...be proud usually ceases the frowns from new young Mothers whose barely walking son's have a wing popped from lips.
I am taking my time, learning the people, the way the grass circles, the breeze flows around these wagons.
