Lingering at the cool waters with a basket of colorful tunics, I had my thoughts lingering still the thoughts of the other night, the dream, was it a dream? I could taste the crisp of water still along my tongue and at the depths of my throat. Perhaps is the ahns of deep thought and meditation with my Teacher that was starting to awaken my mind. Or simply see what has always been there. I try not to pick it apart, but the logic of many things make me question then accept what is happening even with the questions. What it is, is what it shall be. Was He really in my dream? Or was it the essence of everything around me allowing its feel...its force to cause a reflection of these visions to form? I was creating them? Was I? Or where they created for me? What was being said? Shown? Would it be this rain to bring a Warrior long gone home? Would he find what he was hunting for? Or was he a sign of a thirst to be quenched? That his searching shall ease my needs. For I wanted for little but I needed, food, water and knowledge only. I felt the heat of flush run under my skin with the part I had shared with my friend. When one wakes up blushing a friend wants to know. So the only thing I told was a dream of a very handsome Warrior coming home from a hunt. Perhaps if I find him, I will point him out to her.
I could feel the form of the smile at my lips watching the water lap against my feet at the shore. The surrounding wrap of leather at my hips holding up the leathers of my skirt from getting wet. Bare footed for now, my boots were to the side in the grass. I was mostly leaning against the basket in a half crouch when I heard claws pacing closer. Lifting up I was saw a most beautiful deep roan kaiila, letting my toes press at the edges and corners of tunics that were slipping in the waves from the basket falling over.
I met a....friend? A hopeful in the clan of friends I would say. She was very kind to me, not to mention from the first wagons also. I could see clearly she was not born Tuchuk, not that we don't vary in our looks, we have light hair, light eyes, some skin not as tanned but we can't get away for the almond form, or strong cheek bones. Our nature is born in us also. She...was nice. Mated, invited me to visit her and of all things, said the kaiila picked me. She was mine. The price was a ride along the plains, company, something I would be willing to play a hundred fold with pleasure.
What a beautiful beast. I took the grub that was lifted from the earth putting it in my basket. Another gift. Placing it in the small pottery bowl I kept that clover in. I saw the grub just work its way under the deep rich grains.
I must give now. Not sure what, but I knew...I had to give.
