Live and let live

Whoa! Instinct says pull up the leads, this is a good place to stop.

There is much that goes into the composition of a song as there is to the birthing and raising of a foal. With that goes the respect due for the craftsmanship and the soul that it takes on of the creator. I had looked forward to hearing such gift. Far more than I would admit even to myself.

The night before was something I can't nor will explain, but it was an excellent point to walk with Sage back to the wagons on an all together opposite path.

I've always had this feeling inside that being among the Tuchuk was where I belonged and none have ever given any argument to that. Where I am now is a progression of life that has not always been of my choosing or for that fact want but I am here. Where I know I do not belong is between a man and another woman. The union of two to me is sacred, beautiful and blessed. It is a togetherness that should last a life time perhaps an eternity. I didn't interfere before when someone I cared for found love elsewhere and I have no intentions of doing so now.

When the bosk were hitched the next morning, the harnessing didn't level out as it should. It took assurance from Sage and Rusty that they could handle the repairs, Me Too had given his word and it was important that he keep it. Even with the timely return of Vao to help, my wagon would not pull out when the others did. Our three would still fall in among the lines though further back and later in the day. It would merely mean that tomorrow morning, the boy would have to ride Orachu to the singer's wagons.

Seth had claimed Silken and there would be celebrations among their circle, Wily should be part of. There was a good feeling inside knowing that they were together. One of those beautiful unions that is a treasure in of itself. It took convincing for the breaded tuchuk to return to his mother. He has a strong sense of loyalty that many a grown warrior could envy but his place was with his family during the move ... not to worry ... we would catch up.

I feel the fatigue of the trail and the events that have unfolded along the way. The words of a wise woman rang true .. rest while you can. This delay would give me time to do just that. My body needed to heal from the storm, my heart and soul now needed to as well.