The structure is simultaneously strong and portable. The stretched canvas is suppled and soft life calfs skin, but keeps the heat at bay and the chills of the night out. Circular in design, there are no corners, all inhabitants are equal. With a small flap for a door the entrance looks fit for a child, while the whole tent looks as though it could fit a family of ten.
Yurt, Desert
mother
grandfather
I am a grandfather to twelve grandchildren. I smell like peppermint and honey. I always have a kind word of wisdom to share.
Who is this he you speak of, and what relation do you have with him? My son, the King. I somehow raised a war-monger. He has made prisoners of us all, and why? His mother didn't teach him to be kind. And his father? Or was your son born a bastard? The King before him. Were you married to this son's father? Yes, and I signed an agreement that if anything happened to his father, my son would become king. Who raised this child? A nanny perhaps... he seems to have lost his mind throwing his elders and family into this thing. What does this child need? I raised him! Do you think I would allow a nanny to meddle in my methods? He simply wasn't a kind boy. He played jokes on the other children. Somewhere between his childhood and adulthood, he decided that it didn't matter what I said anymore. Then how dare you blame yourself. Some kids simply go out and have to learn things on their own. Some cannot be helped... I've raised a monster. Now, now. How could you have known your child would have grown up for the desire to do such? Look at Lucifer! He was an angel, many say one of God's favorites, yet he is now the greatest enemy of God because he chose to be. What shall I do with him? I cannot cast out my own son.