Rhythm of Life

So the beat went on .. and on. The day unfolded as bright and beautiful as it had begun.

I rode Rocca for the long easy gait of the kaiila soothed my mood and extended it.

I ran into Aiyana and blue near the stream .. blue was chasing Aiyana's yarn balls and Cana soon joined us. She asked me a question that startled me a little. She asked me if it was against the law for Tuchuk to kill other Tuchuk and I turned my full attention on her and affirmed her suspicions that indeed .. it was so. Only by word of the Ubar could death of a Tribe member be brought about. That did not mean it never happened ... what it meant is that anyone who took the life of another Tuchuk had to answer to me for it and the reasons were few and far between for such a deed to go unpunished. She then asked me if it was also bad form to threaten .. now here I chuckled and I told her that bad form or not I was guilty of the expression myself more often than I should be.

She told me of some names she had been called. Names I can not say I could really find a reason for .. though calling someone names usually does not involve careful logical reasoning. Usually the calling of names is an emotional response to something shoving you out of peace and that emotional response does not always make the best of sense. However I told Cana that I did not see the resemblance myself. She was very afraid that her attempt to stand her ground in the face of such had angered someone she cares for very much and I told her that in my experience the man in question had a good head on his shoulders and had never seemed to me the kind of man to judge so hypocritically those around him. But that if she still had doubts .. to ask to speak to him aside ... for a man has pride. Pride in the face of all logic and all emotion and all better sense. To respect that pride was something I myself would have valued .. and I suspect any man would.

The new Drummer prospect came to the fires. The man known as Sahli Luu. Now here is a man that I find rather fascinating. For I can see he views his world completely different than anyone I have ever met before. He appears on the surface to be distracted and mentally incapable of holding a conversation for more than a few moments. However. I think something different myself.. for when I spoke with him he was quite clear and concise despite his random memory searches. I think he hears the world around him in measures and beats. The constant influx of stimuli must be cataloged and understood before it can be presented to his brain for any kind of logical assessment. Though it is not how I see or hear things I can understand it. The man .. essentially ... IS his Clan. With time and training I am sure he will learn to process it all faster. Either that or he will be constantly confused much like myself most of the time. I am honored to have such a talented Drummer at my fires. He is gifted in a way the Clan rarely sees .. years ... in fact before a man so pure of sight and ear is born. A man who lives the messages .. translates them purely. He jump started every Haruspex cell I have .. it was intense. I wonder .. if he will be able to survive with this gift .. or like so many will the gift take him ... all of him.

Another prospect was there. Ba'atar the Singer. There was a challenge given him .. ideas for a song he was to sing at the Fires. But I do not want to hear silly songs. Singers are the keepers of our history .. our lineages and the great stories of our ancestors. Those who came before. This is what I wished to hear. This is what embodies the Clan and this will tell me if the man is someone I want at my fires. Yes I know Singing is all things .. fun and serious. And I know Ba'atar can sing for fun. Now I want to know if he can Sing for his Clan .. our History. So I asked him to Sing of the greatest Ubar .. aside from me ... of course. I want him to research the men of these First Fires. I want him to know them well enough to make his own opinion of the greatest Ubar .. and why he was. And in the Oral Traditions of our people I want him to sing it.

I took blue with me when I left .. let her run her short little legs off next to Rocca before I returned her to the Harigga and the main fires. She needs to think less .. and I can not even believe I am saying that.