Ta’Yal sent me a message to meet him today, yet he was also…

Ta’Yal sent me a message to meet him today, yet he was also late.

He is my pride. My brother’s son.  My own son.  The only blood relative I have.  

He is all that a Narn male should be tall, strong broad of shoulders and chest.  His farmer’s heritage shows in every sinew of his body.

His grandmother’s quick wit is there as well.  He is an example of how our new system of Circles works to the credit of the Narn people. Before the War he would have never come to this place.  He would never have become a Healer, let alone the Lead Healer of Vas’Noth.  I am told he has revolutionized the care of the sick and infirm.  No longer hoping that D’Bok brought healing or Sava brought the ultimate healing touch. He has approached his craft as a philosophy that one can learn and expand upon.  

What a shame it would have been to leave him ignorant.  A farmer’s son when he had this talent within him. His Purpose blunted and blighted because he had been born to the wrong family.

Much like his uncle/father.

The War did this. The death of the Na’fariki left opportunities for those who remained to grow beyond the roles created for them. In some ways our society could be considered improved by the changes that were caused by the death of so many.

I would rather our society had grown without the loss of so many lives.  So much pain came from the War and the Darkness.  Yet we have also built upon the ruin of that world a world that is …  better?

As a youth I yearned for a change.  In truth our society had stopped growing.  

We are creatures of habit.  If there is no impetus there is no movement.  So we sat in the middle of the field.  No need to move because the food was close and the sun was warm.  When the Darkness descended we were poorly prepared. Not that we would have prevailed against such a people but we had no capacity to deal with the threat.  We as a society was so ossified that we were unable to move.  We were lulled by our good life and our warm sunshine.  It was opening our eyes and realizing that a storm had hit our idyllic picnic that moved us.  

Our reaction was unplanned.  Instead of packing up and leaving before the rain could come upon our party we panicked in the deluge losing so much in our immediate need for shelter.

Now we have learned to have a canopy.  To keep a weather eye out for storms.  Yet it is all too easy to fall back to that habit after the rain has dried and the warm sun is upon us again.

I hope that my people remember the lesson of the Darkness. A nap in the sunshine on a warm spring day is wonderful.  At the same time, it cannot be your entire existence.  We must grow and maintain our vigilance.

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