Post by Tsura Bucknell on Mar 28, 2013 14:50:54 GMT -5
Night had fallen on the camps with the same routine it always did. The clang of metal on metal danced through the tent walls with as much oomph as the wood of a soup spoon against a bowl. Voices carry and, while it allows for no privacy, it allows for no silence also.
I'm used to the bedroll. So much in fact that anything softer now than soil and grass under it keeps me awake until the sun rises over the tops of the trees. My people are steeped in ritual and tradition. Lessons... Lessons.. Lessons... And around every corner a nyàmo. It is entirely possible to be lonely here without ever being alone.
My Mother always said dawn was meant for me. It's what my name means. Mami insisted it was given for what was to come.
Tonight, on the stoop of her tent I made my presence known. Pochinàv pachìv. Her eyes told me she was a step ahead. Her pupil's Vuzhilimòs has been settled, she said. We studied side by side. But our path's are not the same. With the upcoming contract I will fulfill it.
I'm used to the bedroll. So much in fact that anything softer now than soil and grass under it keeps me awake until the sun rises over the tops of the trees. My people are steeped in ritual and tradition. Lessons... Lessons.. Lessons... And around every corner a nyàmo. It is entirely possible to be lonely here without ever being alone.
My Mother always said dawn was meant for me. It's what my name means. Mami insisted it was given for what was to come.
Tonight, on the stoop of her tent I made my presence known. Pochinàv pachìv. Her eyes told me she was a step ahead. Her pupil's Vuzhilimòs has been settled, she said. We studied side by side. But our path's are not the same. With the upcoming contract I will fulfill it.