So the move was made with little effort.. new grass was found.. but what was lost. News traveled through the wagons that the woman Tarra's mate had passed to the cities of dust.. I am not exactly sure how he died.. but was that what I had seen in the skies that fateful night of blood and fear? Its not possible or is it...
My brother drove the old womans wagon.. and he did not smack him once with the stick.. I was grateful for that.. My brother is not as patient as soom.. he would have likely threw her off the wagon.. But it was uneventful.. thankfully.
I will take her some of my mothers stew and maybe some fresh bread.. to the woman Tarra I mean.. since old Magda has been eating at my fathers fires the last hand or so.. I am sure my father is quite happy about that.. :wiley grin as she wrote:
I have not seen many this move.. I suspose all have their lives to take care of.. I am hoping soon I am risen to the 1st fires.. I am not sure what else I have to do to prove myself.. but I am not giving up.. nope not this tuchuk.. I will work hard.. once I find my place then well.. it will be different.. maybe then some will actually use my name.. I think its a pretty name.. even though my brothers had embellished it. to Yammiekins.. Well I have avoided being painted.. and I am hoping the Ubar has moved on to another project..
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