I have not been here for long but already it is beginning to feel like home to me.
The faces become more familiar with each passing day and each of the clansmen has welcomed me with open arms. I still have trouble with one or two names, but I am getting there slowly. I still cannot get used to the sky, and the lack of strong sunlight, grass and birdsong is strange. The wailing of the wargs to the north of the village is an eerie sound, it floats over the encircling mountains on the chill breeze, but the more I listen to it, the less ominous it sounds.
Oddly, I feel more comfortable here than I ever did in Bree-land. I miss the open pastures, the sweet smell of summer grass, the sparkling blue waters and, of course, my friends. However, the people here seem so happy to have me back. Cheiftain Crannog even gifted me with clothing more fitting to the environment; thick leather gloves, fur books and a robe made of fur and leather. It fits rather well, I must say, and Baradar remarked that it looks better on me than my dress did. I am not sure if that is a good thing for I did love my dress, but this robe is really rather comfortable and at least I now look like I belong in Aughaire.
After a fashion, the Trev Gallorg would seem to be a somewhat spiritual people, although I have yet to discern what it is that they believe. Spirits have been mentioned, as have vision-inducing drinks, but I have yet to hear anything definitive from any of them. Mostly, though, they are a hardy, tough folk, well suited to the harsh environment in which they live. I am soft in comparrison, I suppose, but given time I should be able to adapt to my new surroundings. I have lived under harsh conditions before, after all.
Mother - the more time I spend with Vaeshiva, the more I come to think of her as such - has been teaching me to make the broth she almost constantly makes me drink. She says it well help me grow strong and goodness knows I need it! She has also asked me to aid in the healing of the hunters here which I do gladly. Every person here has a role, a purpose. There can be no dead-weight in such a small, endangered comunity.
I have yet to see Jikista though. I have been told she is out on the hunt. I do not think she knows quite what to make of me, or the fact that she has an older sister - nevermind one as small as slim as me. I am hoping to speak to her again soon. It will do us both good to get to know one another, especially if I am to make this place my home.
