It has been quiet about the camp eerily quiet. And yet in a way it is that quiet that is soothing and calming. But I have never really liked the quiet. It never lasts and when it breaks its silence something traumatic or bad usually occurs. So it kind of puts me on the edge of that path I walk. Watching.. waiting.
Father has been busy within the tribe, keeping things together until Fonce is found, he has not given up on him and I see patrols of men that are specially put together to search for him. We the clan have been asked to help as well. We have done what we can as a clan, and know that Fonce is aware of such as he knows each of us would give our all to help him. But, the skies will not yet even let us see or know. I sit back for a moment and I think back to when I last saw him, try to recall what was said, was there a hint within a conversation? I think of the day the journey to the southern camp began, and how we felt the pull to remain behind. The storms and the baby bosk all have meaning and surround his sudden disappearance. I walked by Tzuri 's wagon a few times but I have not seen her there, no one has seen her, I thought to check upon her given her mate is missing, it is not easy to wait to know if he will return or not. At this time I do not feel that the shadows have claimed him, I feel he is walking a very difficult path and taking on a very heavy task that only he can walk thru, each of us as a spex have had to walk such a path at least once in our lives, when we get thru it we find a part of ourselves that is needed to be found, and a strength within ourselves that we did not know we had. A few have died on this path, I know I nearly did once. As much as we want to interfere we know we cant, we can only wait and continue to try and find him I know the skies will allow it when it is time, I just wish they would soon. I worry about him.
There have been a few things I have heard and seen about the plains I sort of find it amusing. You really get an idea of who is tuchuk pure and true and who is not. You see who is true to the tribe and who is not. You also find out very fast who you can count on at your back and who you cannot . We have plenty that are pretend tuchuk as I like to call them. It is easy to find them, just look for those that put themselves before tribe, the ones who do not bother to be around tribe unless certain people are about, it is called selective tribal membership, something not like a tuchuk. The ones that sneak about looking for tidbits here and there so they can act like they know what is going on within the tribe, but do they really? Nope, because they don't have the bond or understanding to truly know. Would I trust them to protect my back or those of the tribe ? Hell no, I sure wouldn't. I just watch as they prance about all embraced in gaiety and pretending to see and be what they are not. I have heard of one that thinks that spirits appear and speak to them,not likely, funny thing is one that rides the skies would not appear or take the form of another to a young one not of the clan. Not even the young ones of the clan have that happen. I do find some things vastly amusing, and yet there is a sorrow for the decline, now I bet if Fonce were to be found tomorrow, suddenly you would see all these missing tuchuks with some story of how they did this or did that, fact is. Not a one has done anything but what is for themselves. And eventually the shroud of blindness is removed and the true colors of such are revealed. I have seen that happen way to many times over the turnings. As have others that have been here since a few were but a wet dream to their parents.
Ba'atar and I have a wager, now I do not make it to win or lose, in truth I have not looked to see the truth of it though I could. I made it just for the fun of it. Now he is insistent that his first few children will be boys, but there is that hint of the what if it is a girl. So, I of course had to tease him and tell him its a girl or maybe even twins one of each. I could not help it, he just well, opened that door and I had to walk thru it. I wagered that he will have a girl. My wager is not as a spex, but just as one friend with another. Leonette also got in on the wager as did father. There is something else he said that sticks in my brain, and I had a glimmer of thought about it. I will have to think on this more.
Silk returned, I had heard the shadows speak of Seths death, it came as no surprise. The shadows and skies have been calling his name for some time, and now his time had come. He now rides the skies. My heart goes out to her, but she is doing better than I thought. She will walk thru this one far better off than she was when she stepped into that ring of fire and osts. It is my hope that she has found herself on this journey and sees that her happiness first and always must come from within, when it is right the one destined to walk her circle will join her. Only the strong survive the plains, and even Gor. So those of us that are well over the age of thirty a few times over. We are a pretty hearty strong bunch. And we have roots and blood in the plains, we will weather whatever storm comes our way, we will bend and almost fall, But in the end we will always remain rooted and flourishing in the plains.
Because we have already learned long ago what it means to be a part of the plains, to be a tuchuk.
And we will never change that for anyone no matter who they are. No matter how unpopular we will remain true to the ways. The old ways of the people, not this weak new way of doing things. We live and die upon the embrace of the plains. Our blood soaks the ground. We are bound to those that came before us.
Father has been busy within the tribe, keeping things together until Fonce is found, he has not given up on him and I see patrols of men that are specially put together to search for him. We the clan have been asked to help as well. We have done what we can as a clan, and know that Fonce is aware of such as he knows each of us would give our all to help him. But, the skies will not yet even let us see or know. I sit back for a moment and I think back to when I last saw him, try to recall what was said, was there a hint within a conversation? I think of the day the journey to the southern camp began, and how we felt the pull to remain behind. The storms and the baby bosk all have meaning and surround his sudden disappearance. I walked by Tzuri 's wagon a few times but I have not seen her there, no one has seen her, I thought to check upon her given her mate is missing, it is not easy to wait to know if he will return or not. At this time I do not feel that the shadows have claimed him, I feel he is walking a very difficult path and taking on a very heavy task that only he can walk thru, each of us as a spex have had to walk such a path at least once in our lives, when we get thru it we find a part of ourselves that is needed to be found, and a strength within ourselves that we did not know we had. A few have died on this path, I know I nearly did once. As much as we want to interfere we know we cant, we can only wait and continue to try and find him I know the skies will allow it when it is time, I just wish they would soon. I worry about him.
There have been a few things I have heard and seen about the plains I sort of find it amusing. You really get an idea of who is tuchuk pure and true and who is not. You see who is true to the tribe and who is not. You also find out very fast who you can count on at your back and who you cannot . We have plenty that are pretend tuchuk as I like to call them. It is easy to find them, just look for those that put themselves before tribe, the ones who do not bother to be around tribe unless certain people are about, it is called selective tribal membership, something not like a tuchuk. The ones that sneak about looking for tidbits here and there so they can act like they know what is going on within the tribe, but do they really? Nope, because they don't have the bond or understanding to truly know. Would I trust them to protect my back or those of the tribe ? Hell no, I sure wouldn't. I just watch as they prance about all embraced in gaiety and pretending to see and be what they are not. I have heard of one that thinks that spirits appear and speak to them,not likely, funny thing is one that rides the skies would not appear or take the form of another to a young one not of the clan. Not even the young ones of the clan have that happen. I do find some things vastly amusing, and yet there is a sorrow for the decline, now I bet if Fonce were to be found tomorrow, suddenly you would see all these missing tuchuks with some story of how they did this or did that, fact is. Not a one has done anything but what is for themselves. And eventually the shroud of blindness is removed and the true colors of such are revealed. I have seen that happen way to many times over the turnings. As have others that have been here since a few were but a wet dream to their parents.
Ba'atar and I have a wager, now I do not make it to win or lose, in truth I have not looked to see the truth of it though I could. I made it just for the fun of it. Now he is insistent that his first few children will be boys, but there is that hint of the what if it is a girl. So, I of course had to tease him and tell him its a girl or maybe even twins one of each. I could not help it, he just well, opened that door and I had to walk thru it. I wagered that he will have a girl. My wager is not as a spex, but just as one friend with another. Leonette also got in on the wager as did father. There is something else he said that sticks in my brain, and I had a glimmer of thought about it. I will have to think on this more.
Silk returned, I had heard the shadows speak of Seths death, it came as no surprise. The shadows and skies have been calling his name for some time, and now his time had come. He now rides the skies. My heart goes out to her, but she is doing better than I thought. She will walk thru this one far better off than she was when she stepped into that ring of fire and osts. It is my hope that she has found herself on this journey and sees that her happiness first and always must come from within, when it is right the one destined to walk her circle will join her. Only the strong survive the plains, and even Gor. So those of us that are well over the age of thirty a few times over. We are a pretty hearty strong bunch. And we have roots and blood in the plains, we will weather whatever storm comes our way, we will bend and almost fall, But in the end we will always remain rooted and flourishing in the plains.
Because we have already learned long ago what it means to be a part of the plains, to be a tuchuk.
And we will never change that for anyone no matter who they are. No matter how unpopular we will remain true to the ways. The old ways of the people, not this weak new way of doing things. We live and die upon the embrace of the plains. Our blood soaks the ground. We are bound to those that came before us.
