Time brings change to even the most wounded of hearts, and the heart of the Iron Warrior is no different. Patience on the part of the healer has had the affect of allowing the warrior to see the good in the woman, and put into perspective, the wrongs done to him by others. She can see the changes as they are happening, and this pleases her a great deal. Still, she puts no pressure on him, allowing him to choose the timing of their interactions. She finds her own happiness in knowing that he chooses to be with her and she enjoys those times immensely. As they draw closer, she notices the changes in his attitude towards her, and also notices that he has began to speak of the future as though he intends that she be a part of it. While this would be her dream come true, she allows him to decide it and puts no pressure on him to make any decisive gestures to put the plans into motion. She is certain he will do this when he deems the time is right, and she is content to stand by his judgement. For now, she basks in the glow of his attention, drinking up every moment as though it was the last, looking like an addict for the next time he will be able to spend time with her.

As a healer, she is supposed to be able to heal the wounds that people inflict on each other, but the wounds women have inflicted on the Iron Warrior are so deep, and so painful, that she feels powerless. If he were a child, she would hold him close and tell him it would be all right. But he is not a child, and because the wounds inflicted are to his heart, words alone will not make everything better. She knows trust doesn't happen overnight, and that if he is to trust her, she will have to be patient and allow trust to grow at its own pace, little by little.
What little she has to offer him, she offers with no strings. If he wishes to come to her, she will accept him with open arms, if he decides that trusting her with his heart is too dangerous, she will accept that and remain true to the friendship they have. She leaves these options for him alone to choose, and in the meantime, she continues to care for him as she would any male in her family. For he will forever be a part of her family. He spoke for her when she came to camp, and that alone is enough for her to put him in a place above others. She trusts him with her life, children and possessions, and nothing short of absolute betrayal would change her assessment of the man himself.

A SONG IN HER HEART

CROSS THE PLAINS
THE RIVER RUNS,
DOWN IN THE VALLEY,
THE GRASSES ARE SWAYING

BUT WE STILL EXIST
IN ANOTHER PLACE
RUNNING UNDER COVER
FROM THE RAIN

OH..THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART,
IS BEATING LIKE A DRUM.
WITH THE WORDS I LOVE YOU
ROLLING OFF MY TONGUE
NO NEVER WILL I ROAM
FOR I HAVE FOUND MY PRECIOUS HOME
WHERE THE MOUNTAINS MEET THE SKY
I'LL BE WAITING

Bridges

There are bridges on life's highways,
but we never see them there.
Some cross troubled waters,
Some don't go nowhere.

Some you wouldn't step on if you were,
trying to save your soul.
One comes with a keeper,
When its time to pay the toll.

Some are meant to last forever,
Some are made of stone.
Some are meant to cross together,
Some you go alone.

Some the slightest wind can send them,
Crashing to the ground.
I set our bridge on fire,
but I could not burn it down...

And here I am,
Praying for forgiveness.
And I can see you,
standing on the other side.
Here I go,
Baby its a heavy load.
But I have crossed some broken bridges in my time...

To Each Day..

Each Morning she was up before Lar Torvis..she was hesitant to waste even one momemt, for as she knew, time had a way of slipping past too fast, leaving one to wonder if there was a hole in the universe that sucked up wasted time, leaving one with no time left, and many things left to do.

She would sit on her wagon step quietly, watching the stars and when the first rays of day flashed their glorious colors across the sky, she could only watch in wonder.

Since her arrival back in the camp of the Tuchuk, she had taken time to reacquaint herself with old friends, and made sure she got to know those that were new to her. Those that knew her from the past, knew her to be a woman of solid beliefs, a peaceful person who had strived for peace between the tribes, going so far as to offer up herself in order to bring about this crucial change. Her mixed blood, gave her a different insight into many things. She had loved the Kataii, had given them everything she had--but in the end, they had betrayed her in a way so profound, so painful that she pointed her wagons south, and made no attempt to look back. So many trails she walked, to the far North to see the ice mountains, and as far the other way as her feet would take her. But no matter how far she went, she had been unable to outdistance the pain she had felt at the betrayal of her own. Like a quiva through her heart, she had felt it. Then, one day she visited the Tuchuk, and talked with the old Ubar, who understood her sadness and offered her a place among them..he told her she had come home.

Now, as she sat on her wagon step watching the day born, her heart, for the first time in so many pahns, was at ease with itself. Could it be that she was finally able to listen to it, and follow it where it lead her, instead of fighting it and finding cold trails..she couldn't say. Answers sometimes were ellusive..but when she could grasp one, she held on for the ride.