A Note Left.

I had worked most the day at the clan fires.. before taking a walk.. I would walk now as I no longer had a beast to get me from here to there. But I liked to walk.. it was good for the soul.

Along the way I stopped to talk to an old woman... She needed some help moving her large pot and so I took some time.. and talked with her.. helping her along the way.. She said this was her 76th move with the tribe... I could see the age not on her face but in her eyes.. Yet her spirits were high and she still had her wits about her.. and humor.. She asked who my parents were and what they did.. she knew my grandparents.. and said I reminded her of my grandmother.. I was not sure that was a good or bad thing.. as the old woman grinned at me.. her hand was soft as she patted my cheek.. then pinced it.. Why do elder people do that? Ah well.. I excused myself.. and headed off towards the main wagons.. I was on a mission of sorts.. I had something on my mind for days now.. but had not seen Fonce to tell him.. I had a note.. not that I could write all that well.. but I knew some letters. but I hope more that he would understand the gift.. I had sat at the back of the clan wagons.. and worked on a small symbol of what we had talked about at the fires one day.. I had taken peices of silk.. of various colors.. and sewed them into a leather form.. It was fragil yet showed the strength of the leather.. To me a butterfly represented freedom.. and so as I slowly printed out the letters to spell.. "it does matter". I attached it to the tail of the butterfly and left it on the flap of his wagon.. I did not hear anything from inside his wagon.. so with it left where he would find it.. I headed off towards my parents wagon.. As I had promised my mother I would have stew with them..

It had been an interesting day.. its an interesting life..