A Grand Dream

Rukari stands up from his seat. An intense silence envelope the entire tent. Aeryon did not know much about his uncle. But he knows that he needed his uncle support.

It is better to have his support than not

He looks at Aeryon. 

The wind blows from the outside, the curtain of the tent rises slightly from the ground, the whistling of the wind sways the tall grass outside, creating a sound that is familiar for the people of the Great Steppe. 

People who live near the shore likes to hear the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore and people who lives in the Great Steppe like to hear the sound of the countless grass swaying,

Each has its own melody. Each one of it is calming to the heart

In the tent the moment seems to stretch out and Rukari sighed

Aeryon guessed something from his uncle reaction

"Elder Rukari, are you not convinced?" he shakes his head.

"I am not convinced"