Day 310
The last few days have been trying.
My partner is away on a night hunt far to the southwest. He has been gone for several days. In his absence, the barbarians have been testing the waters and fomenting rebellion. The eldest barbarian has come to the erroneous conclusion that he has no duties around the settlement and the deepest pits of the underworld will freeze over before he admits he is wrong. This evening he shouted down the walls of the Gathering Hall when I asked that he pick up after himself. As though it were perfectly acceptable to leave his furs thrown all over the settlement.
The middle barbarian is still struggling at the Halls of Learning and I begin to wonder if it will ever be possible to tame his wild ways. Today, he had a good day, which is all I ask for. Perfect is not necessary. He seems to have difficulty bringing himself back to calm when his will is thwarted.
The littlest barbarian is more stubborn then the elder two combined. She has recently learned to say, "No," and it is her favorite thing to say. It has almost replaced, 'WALK', which is always said quite forcefully. This afternoon one of the Most Honorable Elders took her for a walk and she was quite pleased with herself upon her return, despite the dusting of snow that frosted her furs.
I find that even after more than fourteen years of partnership, I miss my partner dearly. The settlement seems quite empty now that the barbarians are settled into their sleeping huts. The White Wolf is laying at my side on the stuffed cushions and though she's a warm presence, it is definitely not the same.
My partner is away on a night hunt far to the southwest. He has been gone for several days. In his absence, the barbarians have been testing the waters and fomenting rebellion. The eldest barbarian has come to the erroneous conclusion that he has no duties around the settlement and the deepest pits of the underworld will freeze over before he admits he is wrong. This evening he shouted down the walls of the Gathering Hall when I asked that he pick up after himself. As though it were perfectly acceptable to leave his furs thrown all over the settlement.
The middle barbarian is still struggling at the Halls of Learning and I begin to wonder if it will ever be possible to tame his wild ways. Today, he had a good day, which is all I ask for. Perfect is not necessary. He seems to have difficulty bringing himself back to calm when his will is thwarted.
The littlest barbarian is more stubborn then the elder two combined. She has recently learned to say, "No," and it is her favorite thing to say. It has almost replaced, 'WALK', which is always said quite forcefully. This afternoon one of the Most Honorable Elders took her for a walk and she was quite pleased with herself upon her return, despite the dusting of snow that frosted her furs.
I find that even after more than fourteen years of partnership, I miss my partner dearly. The settlement seems quite empty now that the barbarians are settled into their sleeping huts. The White Wolf is laying at my side on the stuffed cushions and though she's a warm presence, it is definitely not the same.
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