The first night went without a hitch.. the old womans' voice was soft and sweet.. and she sang songs as we moved.. She kept time it seemed with the motion of the wheels.. It certainly made the boucing of the wagon easiler to handle..
My wagon seems to be fine.. everything was moving the way it should.. I had company of one of the neighbors young boys.. I think his mother called him boots.. she said that usually all she saw of him.. he was so fast.. and darted from place to place.. but he seems a quite child.. and no trouble at all..
Ya know when you have time on your hands.. your mind seems to wander of alot of what ifs.. Like what if my wagon wheel broke.. or like what if we were attacked.. or like what if that warrior.. the one that thought we were osts.. just rode on up to my wagon and started to talk to me... Yeah that is a really big what if.. I do find myself thinking alot about him.. Daydreams just daydreams... but they bring a smile to my wearly face... Fonce is very nice also.. but how can one judge on any one when you only see them once in a great while.. No time will bring my future to me when its ready.. and I am not gonna rush or press her.. Ya really do not want time not on your side.. And I think I have plenty of time.. So many things before I can even begin to think about a mate and children. Honestly I don't think my family expects me to find a mate... Something one of my brothers said once comes back to mind.. that he would be responsible to me my entire life.. Now.. either that means I will die young.. or I will never mate and he will be saddled with his little sister.. or.. maybe it has not been written in the stars.. speaking of stars.. I guess Fonce has not found my gift as of yet.. Its no big deal really.. He has so much going on now.. I am surprise he can find himself let alone some stars and butterflies..
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