The tribe is on the move..many wagons strung in a line, stretching as far as the eye can see. On either side of the long string of wagons are massive herds of shaggy bosk. Jai says the bosk are more shaggy than he has ever remembered, so that must mean the cold is going to set in hard. When the Wagons are stopped for a break, everyone is given time to stretch their legs, eat, and enjoy the company of the rest of the tribe and I try to spend this time with my family. Yes, I feel wonderful being able to at last say the word family. Even though I have two children, in my own growing years I never had family. I never knew my father, although I have been told he was a warrior a daughter could be proud of. I never knew my mother, and even though some say she was Kataii, there are others that say she wasn't and that if I look at myself I can find the truth in it. The old woman that raised me said I was not her granddaughter, she says the healers proved it beyond a doubt when they found the body of ther daughter-the woman some said gave birth to me. I hated that bitter old woman, but I tend to believe her. I stuck out like a white bosk in a herd of black when I was growing up, and I cannot imagine a grandmother would treat a granddaughter the way that woman treated me. Still, all those that might know the truth are gone, and I haven't the time to spend, trying to did up the truth. Truth be, its not as important anymore as it once was. I don't need to prove who I am, I know who I am. And I have family. I would die for any of them without hesitation.

Cana, my sister, with her heart on her sleeve, and a softness in her eyes. A deceptively strong woman, who is a calming influence when I want to be anything but calm. I am so proud of her and the way she is taking her new position. Hers is not an easy path, and I know this from experience, but she handles it well. The Skies granted me the honor of guiding her newest son into this world, and I will forever be in their debt.

Falon..My sister Healer. She is a fiesty one. A force of nature. I can see in her all the qualities of mother and aunt. Those she calls family are very fortunate, for she is a woman who loves strong, and defends to the end. Her praise means so much to me, and when she gives it, I know I have done well. One of these days I may have wrestle her over who gets to hold Cana's son since she won't give him up when its my turn....bet she hogs the furs too..

Tarra...If I could have chosen my own mother, she would have been the one I chose. Strong and wise, with a heart as big as Lar Torvis. When she throws sage on the fires, I see things. She is not one who gives out smiles and praise easily so when she gave both to me, I was honored and proud. I hope that I can grow to be half as good woman as she is.

Silks..Skies, never laugh when she slips in mud..I am still ridding myself of that itching powder. I think somehow that itching powder is her way of welcoming me to the family, and for that I am honored. This woman has so many facets, some are easy to see, some are not. I was gifted to see a side of her the other day, out on the plains. Her and Tarra, playing with words, joking and acting like sisters. Now I know where the Warrior Kam got his gray hairs.
Some have told me, that this Silk is the one that used to be all the time, and if thats true, I hope it stays. If I had to decribe her I would say fire and ice, with Lar Torvis added in. Her hair is flame red, and when I see fire in her eyes, it matches her hair. I have decided it is best to stay on this sisters good side..I have a feeling there would be far worse on her bad side than itching powder. I love this woman, and was honored to be invited to her pink wagon. Skies that wagon would be a good beacon should any lose their way. Falon is so lucky to have an aunt like Silk. That she would even consider me worthy enough to give a gift to, amazes me. Maybe if I am lucky, Falon will let me share and call this woman my aunt. I would have liked to have one like her when I was growing up..she is precious.

Aponi..Poni Bells...she is working so hard to make tribe, and I can see now that her heart is in the right place. Once she is granted status in the tribe, we will finally get to pierce her nose...it should have been done long before now, and I feel her mother was remiss in not following custom to do it. What mother doesn't see to her daughters rights of passage. As soon as my daughter Sky gets here we will do hers. I think Poni Bells will make Teng a good mate. She dotes on him, and together they will bring many fine children to the tribe. She is a good woman.

My warrior Jai..I am so lucky. What woman could ever think she could do better? He is my heart, and I hope he feels it. I think he deserves better than me, so I should consider myself lucky. Little by little he opens himself up for me, and I am starting to fully understand how women have hurt him. I don't know why they have done this and I can only promise him I am not like that. I never dishonored my first mate, and I will not dishonor Jai. I hope the Skies grant us many good years together, and many children to our wagons. He is my heart....

Teng..I hope my son grows to be as good a son and warrior as this one is. Jai did well with him, and he will make Aponi a wonderful mate. I am proud of this young warrior and will be honored if he calls me mother.

::She can hear the wagon master calling to all that it is time to start moving again, so she rolls up her scroll and puts it back in its little cubby hole. She will write some more later after they stop. For now she is happy to have gotten at least some of her thoughts down.

It is good to be Tuchuk...