They really do not go that well together.. especially full ones.. I helped a few of the elderly lessen the loads of their wagons.. Some were afraid their things would be left behind or lost.. But I assured them they would not.. For some, its all they have left of their past.. something maybe seem trival to us but to these people that have lived longer than I hope to.. its facets of their lives.. that they cling to.. it keeps them alive in some way.. Elphriam had a small box.. that he held on to.. and would not let anyone touch it... Not even me.. I did ask him what was inside.. and he smiled and showed me... putting a gnarled finger to his lips.. I nodded.. his secret was safe with me.. I got my fingers slapped by Magda.. when I tried to move an old hide coat from her wagon.. He had been her mates.. it was the last thing he wore before departing on us on a raid.. It was dusty.. I just did not want it to get wet.. I think she broke a finger.. :chuckles: Anyway.. I got them all done.. and we got their wagons moved.. with the others.. Now we can dry out.. regenerate ourselves.. and get ready for the next part of the move...
I myself.. own nothing.. so my wagon was pretty empty.. I have a few furs.. and a small treasure chest my mother gave me when I came to the 1st fires.. but so far its empty... Maybe one of these days I will find something worthy of keeping in there..
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