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Waiting Game


I have been waiting, looking seeking. I wait out of respect, for this woman the Ubar told me to find. I lingered around the fires of the first while she spoke with others. It seemed she was busy, I didn't want to invade her time. When the ahn's grew late I returned to my wagon with hopes of perhaps trying again. The next day, I went back, having a delightful conversation with a Warrior, who didn't have much to say, but said what he found much. He was very mellow, yet, I could feel a warmth beyond the scars and leathers. He drank paga from the camp slaves, but seemed to have much more to say then was worded. I found I liked him very much, even long after he left, I knew he had been there. A lasting warmth of thickness even more formed then that which swirled up above the flames.

A nice Warrior.

The next day I met another. I spent a few ahns in my wait speaking of bosk. I could talk for days about bosk. They all seemed to hold a power that was a center of tribe. From the way their noses lift up to the sky at first morning breath. The flare of heat across the golden band at flesh, the shadows it left in misted fog along the surface, the first step towards the light. It all meant so much.

A very nice talk.

I went back to talk to my Brother Eesamer, the eldest of us all, and the one who took care of me and Grandmother. He was a Haruspex like our Parents. Their parents, and many beyond, countless lines of my Father's blood that the yearkeepers would only know. He touched the stray hair at my forehead, told me to stop worrying.

Things will happen as they should.