one tribe. Why do some seem to forget that?
I have stayed away from the fires for several reasons. Not the least of which would be I am newly Mated, and I am spending time with my mate. It might be selfish, but I don't think so. Another reason I have been avoiding the fires is that it grows harder and harder to still my tongue. I have my limits as does everyone, and my limits are rapidly being reached. What is doing it? Well, this whole division thing between 'old and young' - 'new and long standing'. Its absolutely, utterly, and completely infuriating.
I was BORN Tuchuk. I have the right to call myself a Tuchuk Woman by right of birth and survival. None of them -gave- me that right. The only thing I earned recently was my place at the First Wagons. Not a blasted one of them would have had the ability to take the fact I was born to the Tuchk and I will die one away from me. They have been making very pointed, snide and oft times rude comments. I smile, I remain my usual quiet self. It gets hard to do that, though. It is best to put distance there until I am more my even tempered self before I say something in anger I might regret. Its not that I fear angering them, either. I fear no woman, and I never will. I worry that I might say something hurtful to people that I actually care about. Even though they have been going out of their way lately to make me feel like a squished worm. I won't speak out of that hurt or anger. That is not my way.
It will be discussed though. In my way, and in my own time.
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