Mother? Her eyes open slowly. Mother, you need to takes some of this soup. Please. Sullindill looks into the eyes of her oldest daughter. Mother, you havent eaten in days. Lindi slowly raises a hand to touch her daughters face. All right, Kura, I will. The sounds of the camp drift into the tent. Children playing, others going about their daily business. Her tribe. A bustling camp, her family. She finishes the soup and lays back on the bed, smiling. She has seen so much in her long life, and seen her children and grandchildren grow.