Stunke
11-10-2005, 10:36 PM
True to customs neither of them looked back.
It was a sign of discomfort and bad luck, if a Navigh were ever to look over his shoulder as he departed from his home. They were a caste of proud nomads, no equals among any tribe, and so they were a guiding star and a pillar of hope for every other human whose life was spent underneath the burning sun.
The burden upon the navigh was enormous as they were the only people who were required to travel across the endless dunes every time the oasis was about to run out of some resource that they were unable to produce themselves. This time however, the oasis was not at stake. It was merely Solomons demands for a purple robe that forced him and the oldest survivor of his kin to take to the sands.
The camel was making Jakobs head bop up and down, and the constant motion was keeping him awake.
His eyes were growing heavy as the sun was stating to take its toll on his concentration.
His father had warned him of giving in to the temptation of resting your eyes. Many navigh were lost in the old days because they fell asleep and could not keep track of time.
He looked straight forward into his fathers back, and saw the old man sitting rank and proud aloft his camel. Every time they passed some old tree or a cliff his father would halt the camels and tell his son about it. The hours of travel from different guiding points would lead them to either water, friends or foe.
He learned a lot about how to determine distance and direction. In fact, every other minute his father would turn around and ask Jakob some question he would then have to ponder. The answer would come the next time his father would ask him anything, along with a new question.
It was a sign of discomfort and bad luck, if a Navigh were ever to look over his shoulder as he departed from his home. They were a caste of proud nomads, no equals among any tribe, and so they were a guiding star and a pillar of hope for every other human whose life was spent underneath the burning sun.
The burden upon the navigh was enormous as they were the only people who were required to travel across the endless dunes every time the oasis was about to run out of some resource that they were unable to produce themselves. This time however, the oasis was not at stake. It was merely Solomons demands for a purple robe that forced him and the oldest survivor of his kin to take to the sands.
The camel was making Jakobs head bop up and down, and the constant motion was keeping him awake.
His eyes were growing heavy as the sun was stating to take its toll on his concentration.
His father had warned him of giving in to the temptation of resting your eyes. Many navigh were lost in the old days because they fell asleep and could not keep track of time.
He looked straight forward into his fathers back, and saw the old man sitting rank and proud aloft his camel. Every time they passed some old tree or a cliff his father would halt the camels and tell his son about it. The hours of travel from different guiding points would lead them to either water, friends or foe.
He learned a lot about how to determine distance and direction. In fact, every other minute his father would turn around and ask Jakob some question he would then have to ponder. The answer would come the next time his father would ask him anything, along with a new question.