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I finally sat down and spoke with the Ubar, but not in a context one would assume. I had joined a gathering at the stream. I enjoy the company I have found there as of late. Its a very nice way to end the day, or rest of the mind for me. Taking the overnight patrols have left it hard for me to sleep peacefully in the night time hours. Which works out cause children have this biological timer that only allows them to be deathly (As their Mothers state) ill during the normal sleeping hours for most. Not sure why I find I enjoy the late night visits that might rouse me from a slumber or other fur laden activities. Maybe its the raw emotions of the Mothers eased over smoothly like sweet butter on warm bread when the 'Dying' child smiles or giggles when I give a little poke at their plump stomachs. Its usually something so simple like a smile and laugh that makes the harsh strike of lightening of emotions seem to clear up instantly like the sudden stop of rain. It could also be some Sky complex of mine, thinking I cured the pains of worry while looking for the cause of simple ailments. Most of the time its just the watering of sinuses from a forgotten lodged bug in the nose or ear, or one too many bosk strips trying to see who could eat more in a late night contest. Those things, though the Mothers will apologize for such urgency over something so minor, its I, that want to thank the Sky and them for ease of my own tension. The hardest lesson I ever had to learn was, I can't save everyone. Its truly not in my hands. I am a tool of the Sky. A stone upon someone else's path. I am okay with this. I think that is why I was very comfortable talking with the Ubar over, emotions of life. I could tell much was heavy on his mind. Our talk was light hearted and yet made up of twisted twines of natural feelings of what life has given us. He asked me many questions on the body and mind. Really both are to different things. Even when the mind is gone, the flesh needs care. We spoke of this as it seems someone very dear to him was ill. I promised to make a trip to see her. He was worried. Worry and I, best friends. I only hoped I eased some of those feelings, and I think the talk between him and Tarra at that point helped. I had the honor of meeting a few new faces of the Ubar's fires. I think it was a very nice surrounding the Ubar had. A Singer, An Artist, A Spex, A Leather worker, and back wagon Healer. Sounds like the start of a bad joke, but one that makes everyone laugh. I had noticed the small children. The woman had a babe at her arms as a little girl didn't see very interested in much of what we taller versions of her were talking about. I love the honesty of a child's nature. We are boring to the open colorful seeking minds of a child sometimes. Slowly the gathering started to disperse. One by one each person started to retire for the evening. I found myself sitting and speaking with Tarra. I have found she enjoys conversation. This pleases me. So many forget, to just relax and savor the moments in life. I told her I would send Tori over to learn how to shine my boots as nice as she did it. I also had to point out some concern over her clumsiness. I think that was a statement of amusement for both of us. I would make sure Tori would take over some tea for her weak heart also. Women growing faint over me, I have to say, does wonders for my ego. Grin. One thing we spoke of, that stayed in my mind after I walked her towards Cana's wagons was, the soft parts of a person. The gentle of emotions so many tired to hide. Its needed from time to time, isn't the body just a shield for the true of our spirits? Yes. Was Cana's body just protecting her right now? It made sense. I would make sure to bring good ointments and oils for her skin. All shields must be kept in good shape and respected. Flesh and bone, I thank the Sky for both.