Sometimes I get so busy with things that I loose track of the days as they pass me by. It has been a number of days I know since we have seen the prospect Karia, though there are new prospects that carry the same aura and manners that she did, and I have to wonder of young people now. And another that carries the same mental challenge and grasp of understanding of another that did not understand much. I had often wondered if we had lost many of our ways, but now that Ba'atar has been bringing them back it only confirms that this thought was right, and people resist because they want what they think are the true ways of the people used. When they aren't. Slowly he is repairing the foundation that had been destroyed by those who either did not care or wanted to be dwellers upon the plains. It is not easy what he is doing, and I am sure he gets a backlash, but he is on the right path.
I do not recall acting as these do, had I done any of these things I would not have survived and my father would have been gravely disappointed in me. I would rather risk his anger than disappointment. Though I make mistakes often and falter, I still do things with the best of intentions, which are never designed to harm or control another. Yet, I watch the actions of some and I really have to shake my head . I have noticed that those who love to claim a pure blood status are worse than those who have mixed blood, and yet I have seen mixed bloods tainted so bad by dweller ways that it makes me sick. I am used to people misunderstanding me and judging me, it rarely bothers me, because if they think certain things then they truly do not know me and in essence they are not worth me knowing. I recall when I was first back upon the plains, no one coddled me nor were they polite to me or socialize with me, those that were here when I returned did things the old way and I very nearly quit and walked away, because they did push me to the breaking point, the reason is easy, to see if I had what it took to survive out here, this is not some tropical paradise or sandy oasis, or soft city. We are on the plains, at the mercy of the sky and elements. The land is unforgiving and harsh, each day we know we can take our last breath, the animals of the plains are often hungry and seeking nourishment, the rival bands on the plains often raid and steal women and supplies. Yet some think that we are to be friendly with them, do they forget the only time ever that there is any civility between the tribes of the plains is during the love wars. That is the only time there is peace. Even with the turians there is a peace.
I am not impressed with any of these prospects the most recent two, I don't trust, I get the oddest feeing of them. They will show themselves in time, they always do some sooner than others. If someone's intentions are pure and they truly are here for the tribe they aren't going to give the same practiced rehearsed rhetoric I hear from each one day after day, do they tell each other what to say. When will they learn that this standard vague answer is not correct. If they were truly tuchuks even from the outer wagons they would know what it means when asked. What is it to be a Tuchuk... What do you bring to this tribe. These are basic things. When will people realize that those of the outer wagons are not taught differently. they are taught the same basic principles of life and a foundation of our ways is built, the only difference is they have less than those of the first wagons, and they are not held to a higher standard as we of the first are.
It occurs to me a couple of the ones that were the harshest on me are the very same ones that act as if they are having tea and cookies with these prospects, it makes me scratch my head. I recall all the tasks that I had to do and the questions that I had to answer. I find such things oddly fascinating.
I do not recall acting as these do, had I done any of these things I would not have survived and my father would have been gravely disappointed in me. I would rather risk his anger than disappointment. Though I make mistakes often and falter, I still do things with the best of intentions, which are never designed to harm or control another. Yet, I watch the actions of some and I really have to shake my head . I have noticed that those who love to claim a pure blood status are worse than those who have mixed blood, and yet I have seen mixed bloods tainted so bad by dweller ways that it makes me sick. I am used to people misunderstanding me and judging me, it rarely bothers me, because if they think certain things then they truly do not know me and in essence they are not worth me knowing. I recall when I was first back upon the plains, no one coddled me nor were they polite to me or socialize with me, those that were here when I returned did things the old way and I very nearly quit and walked away, because they did push me to the breaking point, the reason is easy, to see if I had what it took to survive out here, this is not some tropical paradise or sandy oasis, or soft city. We are on the plains, at the mercy of the sky and elements. The land is unforgiving and harsh, each day we know we can take our last breath, the animals of the plains are often hungry and seeking nourishment, the rival bands on the plains often raid and steal women and supplies. Yet some think that we are to be friendly with them, do they forget the only time ever that there is any civility between the tribes of the plains is during the love wars. That is the only time there is peace. Even with the turians there is a peace.
I am not impressed with any of these prospects the most recent two, I don't trust, I get the oddest feeing of them. They will show themselves in time, they always do some sooner than others. If someone's intentions are pure and they truly are here for the tribe they aren't going to give the same practiced rehearsed rhetoric I hear from each one day after day, do they tell each other what to say. When will they learn that this standard vague answer is not correct. If they were truly tuchuks even from the outer wagons they would know what it means when asked. What is it to be a Tuchuk... What do you bring to this tribe. These are basic things. When will people realize that those of the outer wagons are not taught differently. they are taught the same basic principles of life and a foundation of our ways is built, the only difference is they have less than those of the first wagons, and they are not held to a higher standard as we of the first are.
It occurs to me a couple of the ones that were the harshest on me are the very same ones that act as if they are having tea and cookies with these prospects, it makes me scratch my head. I recall all the tasks that I had to do and the questions that I had to answer. I find such things oddly fascinating.
But I still am not impressed with the prospects. Even those that claim to be pure tuchuk. Like we can't see what they are up to.
