What It Means
Disclaimer: All characters and locations herein are the property of Tamora Pierce. Plot and actual written words owned by me. Written for a challenge at the Seanfhocal Circle.
Saati
You cannot choose how you are born, only what you do with it. I suppose I always knew that. I didn't choose my Trader heritage anymore than I chose to be a smith, or a mage. Or that I would live while my family died.
Traders know that family is not enough; you need friends, too. My grief, their death… I didn't choose it as I chose you. You are my friends, my saati, and you mean magic and happiness and living on. I'll never stop being a Trader, but we Traders know what friendship is, and that's what it means, to me.