A Blanket of Sunshine

Cana, a woman of the First Fires, asked that I make a saddle blanket for each of two of her daughters. One is to be yellow and the other blue. I finished the yellow one, and I have to say I think it turned out wonderfully. I am sure that a young girl will enjoy it. It looks like a blanket of sunshine. I will have to seek Cana out to give her the blanket, but first I will do the blue one next.

I also met a man named Sahli. He is of the Drummers, and I will be making a blanket for an infant for him. I think he and his woman must be planning on either having their first child or another child. I didn't exactly ask if they had any children already. The look of anticipation on his face was beautiful. It is odd to use the world beautiful when speaking of a man, but it fits in this case. The look of anticipation of the birth of this child is a beautiful thing. I am delighted to be a part of it even in some tiny way.

My brother, my father's Sixth Son, wishes to be a Drummer. He thinks he does. It is hard for a boy not quite six turnings old to know what he wants. I asked Sahli for a drum in trade for two blankets. That and to let Sixth Son spend some time with him, and with the Clan. It will let him decide if this is what he wants. It is a good trade. One I'm proud to have made.

My time at the First Fires, so far, seems to be going very well. I have enjoyed meeting each of the people that I have so far. The list is not long. Yamka, Cana, Fonce, and now Sahli. It is a short list, but it is a good list. One thread at a time. That is how life should be. One thread, one knot, at a time. If one tries to rush through things the entire pattern is destroyed. We never know what the pattern of our life is to be, so why would we risk rushing it?