What goes around

The last time I have written in this charred up journal was after the fire...To my best memory. I am getting old. As expected, tensions were high after the fire though. There was small arguments here and there and all around crankiness as most of the tribe had not been sleeping as we all worked on getting the camp together again. It seems though, with the fire sweeping through the camp and destroying much, it has also brought in new faces. I do not know many of them. I do not really know of their situation as of that moment. Whether they are showing up because they have no where else in the camp to go now or have lost everything they had in the camp, including their loved ones and are looking for an extended family. They are Tuchuk and I will treat them as such but, as with any new Tuchuk...they have to earn their place and respect of the Tuchuk around them. Ayg held a tribal meeting of sorts to help relieve some of the tension and to just try and rebuild relationships and the harigga at once. I feel the meeting was overall good although I had a difference of opinion with Ayg over the fire trenches. Silken called it just shaving the plains. Several days after the meeting though, another face popped up. They were coming from all over. This one I knew though. Jubie. He was one of the first tuchuks I came to know when I first came to the plains. I spoke for him and Ayg will let him begin again as Ayg has done for me. In doing so though, Ayg promoted me to Commander of Or and my first task was to go and shave the plains. At least I can make Jubie do the bad bad stuff.

What does not kill you

I will not go into much detail at this time describing the plains fire that swept through the camp. I could not describe it as it truly was to be seen. I do though appreciate the little things in life. Everything is connected to one another so, I sit here writing in a journal that was in the forge. The very same journal I had hid from Silken. The same one that somehow survived the plains fire that swept through here. I discovered it under the rubble when cleaning up to rebuild the new forge. I will not build a big forge for we need one to be operating quickly for there is work to be done. Enough to meet the needs for the state we are in. I will be speeding up Wily's education in the way of the forge. He is not ready but will have to prove himself nonetheless. I will be in touch with Ayg soon as well to let him know of the progress being made on the forge for much is riding on how quick I can get it up and running. I said to Silken during the fire that this is not the time for grieving, We must concern ourselves with the living for we can not help the departed. It sounds cold to me now. It was when I told her and I still believe it. There is a phrase...what does not kill you, only makes you stronger. With all the losses the tribe has just suffered, A small piece of everyone of us has died with it. I will not know many that have been injured or have died from the fire but a part of me has died with them for they, along with everyone that was in that camp, in the trenches...doing what must be done, was done as a single unit. a single Tribe. The Tuchuk tribe. So, in their parting, although a piece of myself has gone with them, I remain stronger than I have been before for I will carry with me till the day I join them in the skies, the memories and actions performed by those who have fallen on that fateful night. Their memory will live on and give me strength. I hope to the Skies I do not fail them as they look down now. Rest easy in the skies.