All In a Day's Work

The batch of yellow came out beautifully. I was very pleased with it. The color turned out cheerful, bright, and still not too bright. It is easy to make yellow too bright if you are not careful, and even I mess it up sometimes. This yellow turned out with the warmth of a spring day. I think the woman, Yamka, will be pleased with the result. I dyed the ribbon for her, and I dyed a batch of thread large enough for the blanket for Cana's daughter. I am looking forward to getting started on that project. I hope that she realizes that it takes time for a blanket to be woven.

Quality just takes time. I learned that when I was younger. If you want the weave to be good, strong, and true you take the time to make it so. It is the same thing with life, I think. Anything worth doing is just worth taking the time to do it right. I have been invited to visit the first fires, and I will make my way there today or tonight. It has been worth the time to make sure that each step of this process is done right. This is one path that it will not do well to take a misstep on.

Things in the outter wagons are tense. There was a death. A murder really. The men are more watchful of the women, even those that are not of their wagon or family. It is to be expected. I can't imagine what the man who lost his woman is going through. I, like many of the women, have sent over food for him. It seems a simple thing, but when one is grieving they forget to eat. We are one people, we are one Tribe. I wish it could be more that we do in this time for him, but we do what we are able. I just hope that the Skies will bring him peace at some point.

Threads Beginning to Weave

"Every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment in time"
authorn Unknown

I met a few that are from the First Wagons today. Two women and a man. The women were Cana and Yamka, and the man's name was Fonce. Fonce was helpful enough to tell me that Cana was the women to inform me that Cana is the one to help with the trading with those of the First Fire. She seemed very nice, but there is something bout her that seems almost sad. It is not my place to speak on it or ask. I do not know her well enough, and such things should not be spoken of by someone who is not a close friend. Maybe it is just that I tend to prefer to keep my own thoughts on such things private coloring my judgement on this, but I refrained from asking out of courtesy.

The woman Yamka seems pleasant, too. She likes yellow, and she is going to repair my bridle in exchange for two yellow ribbons. It is a simple, humble trade. It is also a good start. I will have to dye the thread for the weaving of the ribbon, but I had planned to do some dye work tomorrow anyway. It is not a hardship to do an extra yellow batch. The woman Cana has also asked me to weave two blankets for her daughters. Saddle blankets, one of blue and one of yellow. Both are to have flutes woven in around the boarder of the blankets. It will be a challenge, but I look forward to it.

The Warrior Fonce seemed nice enough, too. Something tells me that his sense of humor leans to the off kilter, and possibly even a bit to the dark side. That is fine. He was a quiet one, and he left shortly after I met him. I did not speak with him long, but I am sure if I get to do any trading I will see him again. If I am lucky he will point out others who might have use of the work of a Weaver.

All in all it is not a bad first day. The threads are beginning to wrap together. Maybe the fabric of friendships will begin to form. It is too soon to say, but the hope is there.

The First Steps

Today begins the path toward my goal. Today I began packing to take my turn before the Elders. Yes, I am nervous. Who would not be? These are the wise ones, these are the leaders of our Clans. The Ubar's own chosen. Of course I am nervous. It does not mean I doubt my worth. It does not mean I doubt my abilities. It means that I am about to meet many new people, and I know that they will be watching every move waiting for a missed step or falter. That is the nature of this process.

Every journey begins with the first steps. Without the courage to take that step the destination can not be reached. I am not going to worry about the destination right now. The journey is the important part. I will learn. I will become wiser, stronger, and better. I am sure I will be tested in ways I can't even imagine yet. I look forward to the challenges. I have never been one to falter in the face of adversity. My life has been filled with its fair share. What Tuchuk's has not?