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Verr. Verr were all over the place. I was walking my herd to see which I would consider trading, cutting out for meat and hide, and those who were needing a last close shearing before the move North. I wondered if the young Weaver had come to take a few sacks of wool yet. I would send more over if not. The massive size of my herd is what I would consider rather ridiculous for a healer. For I had no speciality for Verr. Though it was good trading of milk, wool and meat that brought in leather, salt and fresh rep cloths that I go through in mass amounts. Salves where a stable also, I would give young verrs with light wool to a herbalist every season. Weavers made natural threads for stitches for me, metal needles were hard to come buy even with trading merchants, but bone needles were just fine for surface wounds, but they broke easily and if not boiled clean quickly, they absorb the blood and go bad. There was a moody young all black male kid that was causing some trouble in my herd. The pint size small horned little bastard was pissing the head Billy off. I thought of trading him off, but the attitude is something I found a great attribute in him. One day he would bring me many strong offspring in the future. I pulled out two of the young ones, and sent them over to my brothers grandchildren. He had a mate and a daughter before he died. He had grandchildren while in the Sky and I couldn't get started on the grass. I chuckled thinking of him slamming me down trying to get a headlock while getting me to say, he had the most fertile nuts. Brothers, we make no sense at all.

This caused me to watch a woman with her young daughter out collecting flowers by the thick bushes just beyond the outer wagons. It was one of those sights you really wished was your memory. The woman had a very round stomach, and the little girl was rubbing a flower against the swell. They were laughing and though I couldn't hear them, I could imagine the talk was over the soon joining baby. They would hold hands and walk across the grass, looking up to the birds as the Mother seemed to be pointing each one out to the little girl, then they sat and wove the flowers into chains of necklaces they shared with each other. The mother would braid some of the flowers into the little girls hair. That was really the last thing I remembered before I started looking up to the Sky, and there I saw some of the memories that had been lost in a deep hibernation in my heart. I saw the clouds turn into my dreams. Breanna was there, she was beautiful. Just to see her flawless smile again I felt tears moisten my cheeks. She was laughing and we were sitting by the edge of the stream. I was feeding her slices of redfruit, while we joked about names if the baby was a girl. I wanted to name her Stream, after our favorite place. Breanna said then a Warrior will think she has a weak bladder. How about a strong name filled with honor and life? Bosk! I got a face full of spit out redfruit as she laughed. I loved the sound of her laughter. Even while I cleaned my face, and she kissed off a bit left there, saying its my own fault for making her so happy. We would kiss under the moons, and I remember the first time I felt the kick of life I helped create under my palm. I had tears, we had tears, and so many dreams. Daughters with long braids, and sons with black eyes, and cut knees from sparring, and trying to catch a tarsk by the tail like some foolish story their father told them.

I saw it all in the Sky, and only did it fade into a haze of mist when I felt little fingers touch my hand. The little girl I had been watching brought me flowers she had made into a crown. Saying I looked so sad, and she didn't mean to be staring, but she didn't like tears. I lowered to my knee, so she could place them on my head, knowing what a big fool I might look like, but I made her smile, when I smiled too. She saved me just now, I wish she knew how much. Kissing her cheek I waved to her Mother as she ran back to her. I walked back to my wagons, feeling like a new man. With a crown of flowers on my head.