Sahnka

Sahnka brought Sixth Son to me last night, and I was so glad to see him. I was glad to see him out of his wagon, and I was even happier to see him smiling. It still isn't the smile that I remember on the bold Warrior I grew up with, but it is better than the way he has been. No one can blame him for his grief. He lost not just his woman, but he also lost their unborn child. That weight of that loss is something I can not even imagine, and I would never have wished it on even my worst enemy. I would never have wished it on Sahnka no matter what our history may have been.

Sahnka brought Sixth Son to me when I was sitting at the First Fires. The Ubar thought my brother was his child, and I found it funny. It seems Sahnka has taken to talking to my little brother about slaves, and when the boy announced this to the whole fire it was good to hear Sahnka laugh again. He seemed alive for the first time since he lost his family. It gave me hope that he might just heal from this. When we spoke later - hope seems to be taking flight in more than one way. I am not sure what tomorrow will hold, but I am - hopeful it will be bright.