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.