Mawey's posts from August 2011

not all places we lay down our heads, are dangerous. sometimes, after a long day of wandering, we find one of the old places abandoned by another bolo, left…

proud huntress with her trusted porter, ki'du. my big sister's dog; she found him half dead in a pile of rotten cloth, fed him from her own rations and taught…

they are fast. they are furious. they are fearsome. they are hiding in the dark, even though they glow red when a hunter learns how to spot them with bluesalt.…

in hunting, everything is about traps. we are silently through the brushwood in the dawn of these woods, trying to avoid any noises when stalking the prey;…

spring - a promise that things will get better, things that haven't been bad at all. summer - no worries, no waistcoats, no water - no water. autumn - whoever…

“mawey…” blinking bluesalt crystals dancing in front of my eyes. “mawey, wake up.” i do not want to hear me'wals voice. i do not want to recognize the smell of…

under a drowning sky a landscape of green bolo by bolo on our way to the sea and all the bluesalt we need this was my dream, a harbinger on my birthday night…

not all of the creatures we meet are a danger for the bolo. we met some of the wicked uberheads today. they are not what we'd call friends of the tribe, but…

dragging feet. limping legs. thirst and hunger. boredom, in this world of grey and brown and green and blue. the time awake structured by the number of steps we…

we marched for a day through the gloomy woods, when finally we reached the ruins of ka'theb. the pathfinder, on spotting the dark, dead chimneys, held us back…

what he promises, does not exist. what he calls truth, is not real. what he condemns, is not a shame. yet all of us follow where he directs us. the men gather…

i am scared. i know i am not the only one, everyone else is nervous, group chatter has become a whisper in the winds before we enter the forest. everyone knows…

i often wonder what the next turn of the road will bring. which wonders, what peril. teylar, one of our elders, told me once that in former days, there was a…

they are weak. they are grumpy. they are difficult. often stubbornly insisting on how things are right or wrong, according to rules that for us lose their…

we met uncle ben today. he had to leave the tribe, since we can't afford two meds, so he wanders now with the green men. uncle tom always brings gifts. fruits,…

as we went on, feeling the heat of the burning ruins in our back, the ground changed from a scarred brown to glowing red, glassy from the melt down of ancient…

as we came down from the hill, we saw the burning ruins ahead. crackling tail of the fire line. the stench of sordid life that had been torched here was…

it's sad we can only move during the night. i miss the colors i have seen when the sun was shining through the clouds. the clouds are different at night with…

oh i know. it's not what it seems. we've been through this so many times. i know, doom didn't happen. not like this. not in a big banging boom. it just was a…

right after we moved south, sister moonshine visited me again. battered and sad she looked with her pursed and crusted traces of tears marking her cheeks. she…
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