Sixth Son and an Adventure

I take care of my brother, and I have done so since our mother died when he was still a baby. Sixth Son is a good boy, and I am proud of him. I worry, too. Am I doing a good enough job? Am I teaching him everything he needs to know? Is he getting everything he needs from me? I guess everyone who raises a child worries about these things, but they have even kept me from sleeping at night sometimes.

Sahnka brought my brother to me at the First Fires, and I was proud for them to meet him even if he was honey covered and dirt smudged. Cana, and another Elder I met that night Tarra, both said he was a good boy. It means a lot. I know he is, but I am his sister. I am biased. Hearing them say it was like a weight of worry lifting. If the Elders call him a well raised boy I am doing it right, right?

Sixth Son also helped make me more comfortable. It is hard to focus on being nervous when you are trying to keep a six year old boy out of mischief with new people. That allowed me to speak with people it would have taken me days to do so otherwise. I met a lovely woman named Mezoo, I met another woman named Kaeli, and I saw two women get claimed this night. There is a celebration to be planned, and I need to tell Mezoo that I will be happy to help with that. I have some warm blankets I made to trade, but I will send one to each of the new couples to celebrate their new life together, too.

Sahnka, now that is another matter all by itself. One that is going to need thought.