Preparation for an Answer

During my time as Ubar I had set much of my Haruspex duties to the side. Wanting to be the commander instead of the Spex. I had allowed many others to use the craft to tell the omens and read the runes.

My abilities had been used for the Dream War.

I was a little surprised when Ba'atar asked me to give him an omen for the moving of the herds.

Now this is nothing new .. the bosk eat the grass in a few days .. then we move. Always we move ... there is never a time we do not move forward looking for grass .. following the grass. That is why our homes are on wheels. If we stayed in any one exact place more than a couple of hands the bosk would eat the grass to nothing and the land would be over grazed and turn to dust.

With the Ubars of the Plains are entrusted the care of the land. A careless Ubar can destroy millions of pasang of good grass. But the Sky has given wisdom to our Ubars .. sometimes through the Haruspex ... so this disaster does not happen.

Ba'atar said something about following the grass to me .. I am not sure what that meant for that is like saying .. we grease the axles. Not something you talk about save in greetings .. it is just something you do. But since he mentioned it I must figure it has significance .. it must be important in some way I can not see on the surface.

What surprised me was that he asked me instead of Tarra. From what I have learned since my return she has done most of the readings for him. Even being considered for the head of the Clan itself. But this night she was not asked .. and her words were ignored at the Main Fires. I did not understand this .. not that it is mine to understand. Nothing regarding this has been given to me to understand. Nothing regarding the Kassar nor Tarra's recent illness. Whether any of that has to do with the current events at the Fires is also a mystery to me. There is always a reason for everything .. but in this case I am left to wonder at it.

However .. I digress.

I found myself pondering how best to proceed. I had a whole new way of going about things now. Well .. not completely new .. just a little different. A few added steps .. if you will. Though the beginning was easy enough .. the scraps were gathered ... the details for the specific One I wished. My fingers were clumsy with the needle .. but the doll was a relatively good likeness.

My Spex wagon was as good as any .. how long had it been? My memory strands were connecting strongly with the Orisha. It made the skin along my spine crawl. The fire was lit .. the doll set within the flames ... a long pull on the paga bota and the alcohol spewed over the doll. I sat back and watched the flames roar to life wrapping hungry little tendrils around the piece and it writhed and curled with life ..

or perhaps it was merely the intense heat upon the materials.

It really is all in the eye of the Dreamer.