To Let .. Go

Mezoo has always been a precocious child to me. Though we are not that far apart in age we are very much so in experience. I was friends with her parents .. not as much so a friend of hers or Pei's or Salu's or First Son's. They ran in their own circles .. did their own things.

I spent more time pulling her and Ani apart .. rather then getting to know Mezoo. That was until Ani withdrew even more. Mezoo never could quite understand Ani. I suppose I was the only one that did. It made her even more special to me.

But now Mezoo is a young woman. Ringed and making her own mark on life as a Tuchuk. I am very proud of her .. and yet I barely seem to know her. There was a spark of something .. that night at the stream. A flicker of recognition before she turned away from me so sharply. I wish I knew what that was .. what it meant. It is not something I will ever pursue now.

It is an odd sensation for me to get to know her and at the same time to let her go. It makes it easier to see the intent and emotion in Ayguili's eyes. To see his willingness to be honest with her. To share his .. less than attractive ... pieces.

When I look at her now I see all the potential. Potential as a strong Tuchuk woman. A mother. Possibly Ubara .. simply because I must consider the possibility even if things go no further than a friendship between Ayguili and her. I see the potential of a strong Haruspex woman. Finding her place in the Clan .. her own place. It will be flavored strongly by my own ways .. but I know that her ways will be something even different. Something unique. I see her stretching up towards the Sky .. walking with her arms wide within the winds with her feet upon the grass and a fire in her heart that can never be quenched.