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The days were hot. With heat came dust, dust from the ground cracking from the earth that thirsted badly in need of quenching. The stream had lowered, the verr were thinning, and the bosk were digging for the roots of grass that had become sparse. The girls were filling barrels with water that was boiled and filtered as some of the small pools of water had turned bad when they lowered to far and death found their streams. We were pushing the bosk further out to open ground streams of the plains still with rich soil, which was dangerous further from the wagons. Those would be moved soon, but the bosk couldn't wait. There was protection from the elements near the wagons, the wild creatures didn't come close and other tribes were weary. Now they would be open grounds for any that wished to test the will of Warriors and sleens. We started to boil meats as dung was getting light with the lack of food and most of the herd away from the wagons. The heat was stuffy. With the call to get ready to move the wagons the elders were working to hard. There was nothing one could do to make them sit. Heat exhaustion was becoming common place when the warm waters couldn't even cool down the over taxed bodies of people. Even slaves that were very new were dying under the heat not knowing or having enough sense to do work in the shade of under the wagons, or rubbing some mud to flesh when working outside to keep the burn from going under the skin. Dwellers.

Between dragging old Warriors back in their wagons kicking with one good leg as they stopped from falling out from the heat, and their women saying leave him out so he will learn when the kids are jumping on his back while he lays on the ground and to get kids to stop saying if you suck on a raw vulo egg its better then water..stopping the loss of many future chicks and the grounds coated in throw up, I was working on my own wagons.

I felt my tunic clinging to my body, covered in sweat and grim working on my axles. Getting them working with a eased slip of brace on wheels was enough to make me feel proud for the moment. I walked towards central fires, needing some people time. Upright people, no kicking or cussing, or struggling to stay out until they turned into a mass of Tuchuk Jerky to make themselves feel useful kind people. What I found was a very faint looking Silken and Ash. It was a short talk of could she be's until a finally spoken she is, and life could finally go on. I think it was easier dragging the one good leg man back in the wagon then getting a bit of anything out of Silken. Odd woman. I have no doubt that child will be a strong one. Sky's help us all.

The talks where of heat and getting the elders and children moving before the rest of us cause the heat was becoming..too much. I was going to ask the Ubar if I could get them started as a healers view, but it seems the Sky was a step ahead as usual.

She gives no mercy in her lessons.