What We Lost

I laid awake in my wagon, thinking back on the fire. We as a tribe lost a great deal.. but gained even more.. Its had to tell who we say we are sorry for your loss and harder to figure out where to start. Before the fire even began we lost Ba'tar.

Then the fire.. Tacso lost his father.. We lost Magda.. an elder, Zehpram an elder, my brother Ord his companion and his unborn child.. Thousands were lost in the sudden fire.. yet some have focus'd only on their own loss.. We as a tribe have gained strength in each other.. we came together as one to fight the fire.. We did not run.. we stayed til the bitter end... and then we stayed and cleaned up. mourned for our dead.. and moved to better grass..

I was grateful that Ongel, Seve and Tasco were there when Cloud threw me.. I am grateful that Tasco gave up his wagon for a night or two so that my wagon could be cleaned of my mothers things.. and hers moved into a new wagon Cana gave us.. so that I might have a place to heal.. I am grateful for Noni and my mother who never once left my side as I slept in the borrowed wagon. And for Seve standing guard.. I am grateful that Ongel sent information to the Ubar of my condition and where he had be resting. So many things outweight the sadness we all felt.

I am sure the rumor mills will be working overtime if Ongel had not let someone know that He placed me within the wagon of Tasco.. after Tasco so kindly offered it.. I felt the eyes on me that first night I was awake and sitting on his step with my mother and Noni and those vicious wheels of discontent began their unwavering stroll..But I did not let it bother me... For it is said that small people have small minds.. let the women wag their tongues.. I can sit on my own steps and enjoy the sounds of life building back up around us.