A Beacon In the Wasteland......Hopefully.

There was little in camp that she didn't know, that is just how things were. When she heard of the death of the warrior Pacu it wrenched her heart. Personally, she did not know the man, she only knew that he was probably the closest thing to a brother that her friend had. And she also knew, that for all of his strength, that he would be hurting. Death does that. It lays a wasteland out before you, and whether or not you are able to pick you way across that vast nothingness and find the path back to some semblance of normalcy, to some semblance of life without that one you lost, was up to your and your strength of heart. She had faith in him, she had faith that he would conquer that wasteland just as he had others.



This was not something they had ever talked about, perhaps they never felt the need to, and maybe it was just that neither wanted to open any kind of wound in the other. It is funny how that even with someone you consider to be a close friend, that you often avoid things like that. Maybe, when he was not hurting, when he was ready they could talk.



But for now, she did that thing that women have done since the beginning of time, she cooked. Rook had brought down a nice sized tabuk, it was roasted to perfection then sliced and placed into a crockery vessel with the juices that had cooked out of it. Bread was made, packed into a basket along with crocks of freshly churned verr butter and rounds of cheese.



And tucked in around all of this were bags of her honey-salted nuts, and two jars of honey were added for good measure. Laden down with the baskets of food she began the trek to the group of wagons where friends and family would be gathered. As she approached, some recognized her and nodded, and she returned the nods with a quiet smile.



She would not intrude, that was really not her intent. She gave the baskets of food to a woman that she assumed was a member of the family and spoke softly to her asking her to give the condolences of the Ubar and herself to the family, then she slipped away as quietly as she had come. When he was ready, he would know where to find her. When he began to pick his way across that wasteland, he would see a beacon of friendship glowing in the emptiness. He would know where it was, and where to find it.