Vindicated? No, not really.

Recently, it was almost dangerous to walk up to the first fires without peeking to see what was going on first. With so many personalities, it was expected that they would not all meld all of the time, but in the past hand or so, it seemed that there was a lot more tension than normal. Were the moons full? She really wasn't sure. Her main problem was that she had this sort of deep seated belief that everyone should get along, or at the very least make an attempt.
And believe it or not, when things do not work out, it saddens her to a point. Maybe that is because she is still young, and has not taken on that jaded attitude as of yet. When the situation with the year keeper came up, she had to simply shake her head. At one time, she had been told that he was simply a young warrior, brash in his arrogance and nothing more. At that point in time she had simply agreed, and put it aside. The second time she had seen blatant disrespect from him, when she mentioned it, she felt as if she had been chided to a point. Told that if the person that had been the target of the disrespect did not handle it, then it evidently did not bother them, so it should not bother her. This too she took in stride. She was not one to argue for arguments sake. Maybe she had not made it clear, that in her mind, to show disrespect to any one of the first wagons, was in a way showing disregard to all that resided there, including the Ubar. But such thoughts were kept to herself.

She has always found that the Ubar was a fair man, not swayed by gossip and innuendo, which is good and one of the reasons she thinks so highly of him, and supports him. And it had taken him seeing the young warrior in action, to get his attention, and his reaction. Did she feel vindicated by this just a little? No. Not at all. In her mind, she had hoped that the young man might find his niche at the fires, and begin to understand what it meant to be of the first wagons. But evidently it just was not his time yet. Perhaps with a little more time to mellow under his belt, it would happen.

Yes, they were at times like bosk bulls, butting heads. But that was their nature. Proud, strong, independent, but with that blood that flows through them as a common bond. It is a bit like children of the same family. They may fight among each other, but do not try to take on one of them, or you will have to fight them all.