More Travels

I has very busy.. we had many elderly. more than I had imagined.. all had a story to tell.. Some knew my grandparents and some had funny stories to tell about both my parents.. It would seem my father had a habit if scaring people by hiding in places and then jumping at at them.. I can not imagine my strick father being a jokester.. but evidently he was.. My mother was very quiet it seems.. much like she is now..

One elderly woman capture my heart as they all do it seems.. When she told me how she had follwed her mate to a raid. without permission of course, and how she actually saved his life by bonking a turian on the head with a rock when he tried to attack her mate.. I was highly impressed.. She told me if he was gonna die it was not at the had of some backstabbing city dweller... who had no sense whatsoever..

She needed alot of work on her wagon.. her sons all had departed to the cities of dust.. along with her mate.. I wonder if maybe we should group all the elderly together in a little wagon community.. It would be easier to find them thats for sure.. As I listened to her.. I made note of what needed to be done...

I have grown to love these old people... I really have.. what a surprise this is to me..