Year 100 day 100
I seems very fast to me, but even the grandchildren of those I first knew as babies are gone. Some things are unchanged: the People still follow the game, there are good seasons and bad, and every year there are new children and new deaths.
The “sharing of power” has become an important part of the ritual of recognizing a new shaman. Not in public, thank goodness!
In fact, it is taken for granted now that I will sleep with the woman (generally single) who stays to prepare my food and clothing, and such women are eagerly sought by the men of the group when their term of serving me is over.
I miss my own people, but while I know how to build a starship, I do not have the tools or materials.