After preparing some black wine I headed down to the stream and found a place on the embankment that is comfortable and affords me the luxury of sinking my feet into the cold water, its fluid kiss touches my skin and instantly relaxes me and any thoughts that are troubled in my mind and heart. The warmth of the bowl seeps thru my flesh as if taking residence beneath the surface.
It is quiet, very few have gathered about to do whatever it is that may inspire them to be by the stream. As I drink the strong hot brew and let it glide down my throat to slowly heat the tissues and cells within my system. I can almost trace its flow, I think because my mind is still caught between the realms of sleep and wakefulness. I can not quite get myself to function. It is rare I take a moment to do nothing anymore . I am not even sure if I remember how to relax and savor the quiet moments of life when you indulge in doing nothing. Since the death of Garyx I know I have regressed to where I keep my mind and hands busy from before the sky can even awaken, until darkness once more shrouds the plains as the sky sleeps. I think I do more than I did before him. My youngest son he spends much of his time with children his age, and he likes to hang around Chulun to learn of things of life, of the plains and of what he is. His vibrant green eyes are so alive with life and a thirst for knowledge that at times it brings a great pain to my heart, he has his fathers expressions and smile, and those eyes, the exact duplicate of his father. That can take your breath away.
I spent some time here and there at the fires, but I find myself not there as often as I once was. The reasons varied, yet more than likely not understood. Assumptions often made, which are usually incorrect. Mezoo was speaking of elements at the main fires, I listened to what she would say, if she were to do or speak of clan things then I would have said something of it, but the elements are a part of every tuchuk, we each have a knowledge of them, those outside of the clan have a basic understanding, those of the clan hold a deeper knowledge and meaning of them of how we use them. As long as she followed to the ways that every Ubar and Clan leader has set, to not be doing spex things at the main fire, all is good, but if I see anything resembling rituals or such I will speak up this is something that we are steadfast in. Even Fonce long ago has spoken of this not being done.
I realized something in her words, she really had no understanding of the elements, and what they truly mean. I did not say anything of this for what purpose would it serve to correct her of some things that would only cause less than pleasant feelings. And I know how people can be, so instead I revealed that everyone gave a correct answer and in truth this was correct, each aspect of the water was something a part of it, Asria asks of the element of water, she wants Mezoo to teach her, now where are some things she cannot know, and also Mezoo herself is learning much so she cannot really teach much, but I hope she knows enough to be careful of how she that she answers what others ask. There are some things she can tell her of the elements but not the deeper more sacred meanings, that is for within the clan. What concerned me a bit was that she thought that wood and metal were elements, they are not. At least not in the sense that she was using, though I could see how she could see them as such, they are of a different type of element, just not the elemental elements, so I guided her thoughts in a different direction , to allow her to realize that the elements are Air,Fire,Water , Earth and Spirit. These are the elementals that are used in daily life by everyone in everything, much is associated with each, there is a deeper power to them that I saw was not understood by her but I would not elaborate as we were in public, some things are just not spoken of in public. I am concerned that the prospects are not revealing why they should be made part of the first wagons, I have heard of some disgruntlement that a few are favored and are not proving themselves. I listen and watch. I say nothing on these things. I have my opinions but they are just that. I have asked her to join me at my fires one night, I do this for a purpose. I do have to agree on some things there is a greater desire to have men than there is to be proving yourself worthy of tribe, I have seen this before, and the outcome.
It would be sad to see them made part of the first wagons when they have not shown why they should. I do have also agree on a few things, but I keep those within my own mind. For I have seen the direction of things and I am not so sure it is what is good for the tribe.
I was at the fires the night the warrior Karvek returned to the plains, it has been about 15 turnings since he has been on the plains. I had not recognized him at first, as well he was not one that had ever been that well known to me, so I had no extensive feelings other than he was a warrior on a mission. As he spoke at the fires his ways became more familiar to me once more and I felt the recognition begin to filter thru my mind, teasing the outer fringes of thought, but I was growing tired and did not linger long at the fires. In truth I had wondered if he would return, the question is would he remain. My father sent him on a mission long ago, I do not think he thought it would keep him away for so long. Although I did not know him well, I knew of him. I have seen him within the clan with the other elders. I do not think he was overly surprised to my words to him, he keeps much of himself close to himself, I recall that of him, but then I recognize it since I do the same. We shall see if I get to know him any better. Though somehow I will not hold my breath. I do not get the impression our paths will cross much. What a shame, I found him to be interesting. I have sent word to my father that he has returned.
It is quiet, very few have gathered about to do whatever it is that may inspire them to be by the stream. As I drink the strong hot brew and let it glide down my throat to slowly heat the tissues and cells within my system. I can almost trace its flow, I think because my mind is still caught between the realms of sleep and wakefulness. I can not quite get myself to function. It is rare I take a moment to do nothing anymore . I am not even sure if I remember how to relax and savor the quiet moments of life when you indulge in doing nothing. Since the death of Garyx I know I have regressed to where I keep my mind and hands busy from before the sky can even awaken, until darkness once more shrouds the plains as the sky sleeps. I think I do more than I did before him. My youngest son he spends much of his time with children his age, and he likes to hang around Chulun to learn of things of life, of the plains and of what he is. His vibrant green eyes are so alive with life and a thirst for knowledge that at times it brings a great pain to my heart, he has his fathers expressions and smile, and those eyes, the exact duplicate of his father. That can take your breath away.
I spent some time here and there at the fires, but I find myself not there as often as I once was. The reasons varied, yet more than likely not understood. Assumptions often made, which are usually incorrect. Mezoo was speaking of elements at the main fires, I listened to what she would say, if she were to do or speak of clan things then I would have said something of it, but the elements are a part of every tuchuk, we each have a knowledge of them, those outside of the clan have a basic understanding, those of the clan hold a deeper knowledge and meaning of them of how we use them. As long as she followed to the ways that every Ubar and Clan leader has set, to not be doing spex things at the main fire, all is good, but if I see anything resembling rituals or such I will speak up this is something that we are steadfast in. Even Fonce long ago has spoken of this not being done.
I realized something in her words, she really had no understanding of the elements, and what they truly mean. I did not say anything of this for what purpose would it serve to correct her of some things that would only cause less than pleasant feelings. And I know how people can be, so instead I revealed that everyone gave a correct answer and in truth this was correct, each aspect of the water was something a part of it, Asria asks of the element of water, she wants Mezoo to teach her, now where are some things she cannot know, and also Mezoo herself is learning much so she cannot really teach much, but I hope she knows enough to be careful of how she that she answers what others ask. There are some things she can tell her of the elements but not the deeper more sacred meanings, that is for within the clan. What concerned me a bit was that she thought that wood and metal were elements, they are not. At least not in the sense that she was using, though I could see how she could see them as such, they are of a different type of element, just not the elemental elements, so I guided her thoughts in a different direction , to allow her to realize that the elements are Air,Fire,Water , Earth and Spirit. These are the elementals that are used in daily life by everyone in everything, much is associated with each, there is a deeper power to them that I saw was not understood by her but I would not elaborate as we were in public, some things are just not spoken of in public. I am concerned that the prospects are not revealing why they should be made part of the first wagons, I have heard of some disgruntlement that a few are favored and are not proving themselves. I listen and watch. I say nothing on these things. I have my opinions but they are just that. I have asked her to join me at my fires one night, I do this for a purpose. I do have to agree on some things there is a greater desire to have men than there is to be proving yourself worthy of tribe, I have seen this before, and the outcome.
It would be sad to see them made part of the first wagons when they have not shown why they should. I do have also agree on a few things, but I keep those within my own mind. For I have seen the direction of things and I am not so sure it is what is good for the tribe.
I was at the fires the night the warrior Karvek returned to the plains, it has been about 15 turnings since he has been on the plains. I had not recognized him at first, as well he was not one that had ever been that well known to me, so I had no extensive feelings other than he was a warrior on a mission. As he spoke at the fires his ways became more familiar to me once more and I felt the recognition begin to filter thru my mind, teasing the outer fringes of thought, but I was growing tired and did not linger long at the fires. In truth I had wondered if he would return, the question is would he remain. My father sent him on a mission long ago, I do not think he thought it would keep him away for so long. Although I did not know him well, I knew of him. I have seen him within the clan with the other elders. I do not think he was overly surprised to my words to him, he keeps much of himself close to himself, I recall that of him, but then I recognize it since I do the same. We shall see if I get to know him any better. Though somehow I will not hold my breath. I do not get the impression our paths will cross much. What a shame, I found him to be interesting. I have sent word to my father that he has returned.
