Sand Mix

The law is reason free from passion. Aristotle

From within camp - Tuchuk born, Tuchuk raised, resided among the Tuchuk, (ex. Coming from the back wagons to the first) they are Tribe. To become one of the first wagons, it is expect they have some interaction with someone from their Clan who is already from the first wagons. A prospect must respect and obey commands given to them by Tribe members. That may or may not include answering questions about Tuchuk ways and traditions or motivations for being there. Ultimately it is the Ubar who will decide whether or not a prospect is given Tribe status. Tuchuk Law

Kaeli had decided that I needed to understand the ways of the Tuchuks, to tell me of the importance of the scars the men bear, the ring like my own that are placed on our women. She found she needed to tell me of the reason we withhold the name of our sons until they have proved themselves. She explained to me that within the cities the many men are called warriors, they wear colorful clothes but have never been tested. I know these things. I may describe them differently, but I know these things. I have a brother and two cousins that have earned their names and the first of the scars.

I've never been to the cities, I've heard tales of them but they have no lure for me to be away from my family and my Tribe. I don't understand how they think or feel need to live. She told me If I closed myself off from learning, I would never fully embrace my craft. I tried to tell her that I took her words into consderation but there was enough here to learn from my mentor for now to keep me busy for a very long time.

I believe in the notice of three but here I had a woman of the first fires telling me not once, not three times but more than six different times in as may ways that those among the Tribe that had the most experience had left to seek what was inside the walls. She left me with the impression that is was closed minded not to follow their example, that that was how one becomes a good Tuchuk. Over and over again I tried to explain that I had no wish to leave the Tribe to go anywhere. One day perhaps I would find reason to change my mind.

I had tried to listen to her patiently. I had tried to understand her reasoning. I had tried telling her I would seek my guardian on the subject then later to tell her I would even speak to the elders of my family and my clan about the topic. At one point I even tried delving into where, what city was best to seek this vast knowledge that I couldn't have found here and as the whole thing came back around another time I finally stood up and said her points were well taken and that I would think on them more and that I would seek tose that mentor me. I respected them and I would ask of all that she and I had just talked about. She said that was enough, eh?

She had gotten under my skin and it was this cold hard crackling that was beginning to work its way through me, like the sand mix that make up the walls. I was suffocating, trapped inside an idea I had not wanted, not asked for, one I felt was being forced upon me. I left the fires headed straight for my clan on a mission. I was exhausted, I was frustrated, I was upset, I was ... pissed.