The little gray headed boy ran through the field laughing and smiling, his braids bouncing and flowing in the wind. His laughter filled the air as the gentle breeze passed over the tall grass that swayed to and fro with it. The little boy giggled as familiar hands grabbed him by his arm pits and launched him into the air carefully, then finding him once more. The man laughed as he spoke with gentle words.
The father and son wrestled about for a few moments, growling and throwing fake punches and kicks. The little one attempted a rather ferocious growl for one of his size, his father feigning fear. The man laughed as he ruffled the little boys gray hair, looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Save your strength little Bulivye, you will wish one day that you had such energy as you do now. It will be up to you one day to protect this place, our home but only if you do as your fatir says! Now go wash up, it is almost time to eat."
He smiled as he told his son as he looked down to him, the slender and frail looking child whom was dwarfed by the grass. His voice soft and light, the sound of youth flowing on his words.
"Fatir, when will Mah come back?" The small boy asked as he looked up to his father, his deep blue eyes searchingd desperately for an answer.
"She rests with the all maker Bulivye, even now she looks down upon us and smiles. One day when we leave this world we will see her once again, she waits for us, even now! When she sees you, you will be as tall as the mountains, and as broad and sturdy as an oak! Your voice will make the deep seem like shallow waters, your bones like steel, not bending or breaking."
"Will ayh be a varrior like yeh fatir?"
"Yes, my little Bul. A strong, brave warrior, and your Mah will be at your side always."
