Welcome to Gaia! ::

Hewque let out a big sigh of relief that he wouldn’t be trying to learn how to climb and falling on his butt in front of his new friend. He smiled brightly at the talk of Oba. He didn’t like the thought of arguing since that reminded him to much of the days his mother would cry a lot. He frowned a bit sad that the other had lost his mother. “It was nice you have something of her to remember her by and know she loved you a lot. I don’t know my papa but mother says he wasn’t very nice to her and it’s best that I don’t know too much right now.” He sighed the sighed every child has done at least a dozen times in life. “She says I’ll know more when I’m older.” He rolled his eyes and gave his friend a conspiratorial wink. “But I know something. He was a oban.” Hewque pointed to his crystals on his cheeks. “See I have some of him here even if I never met him.”

“I like the moon more. The sun gets really hot during the day and traveling in a wagon makes it smelly sometimes.” Wrinkling his nose he was glad that his friend liked the crystals. He did too, though others seemed to find them odd for some reason. “Well she looks a lot like me. She has dark hair and ears like mine, but no crystals at all. And her eyes don’t look like mine either. She has her hair really really long all the way down to just above here.” He gestured to just above his bottom. “It used to be shorter but now she gets to grow it out and she likes that.”

Nodding Hewque thought his mother was the prettiest woman in the world, but that was because girls his age were gross and their voices were really high. Oblivious to the noise and stares around him Hewque nodded. “Ok. I think that’s a great idea. There are some snacks in the wagon too.” It was only when he turned to started heading back to the wagon that he noticed the looks. They weren’t all mean, but not all of them were nice ones. He moved a little quicker to get to the wagon. He glanced at Issi who was making a plan out loud. “I think that would ok, you would have to talk to mother and Leiren. Leiren used to be our master but then when he wasn’t all of a sudden.” Hewque waved his hand like it was something just beyond him to understand. “But mother smiles more around him and we still travel with him, but I’m supposed to call him Leiren now not master.” Shrugging he wondered if there was any dried lizard meat left in the back of the wagon. That made for a good snack since moma liked to coat it with herbs and honey when it was all done cooking. The end result was a nice sweet meaty treat that even though a bit dry wasn’t bad. “I think I have a great food surprise because mother is the only one in all of Oba who makes a sweet day sticky treat.”