I couldn't believe I slept all night. For I knew it was morning when I felt the sting of a switch at my thigh, and I quickly moved to dodge the next swing. Would have worked if she didn't know I would do that and aimed high this time. I stubbed my toe. It hurt.
Ouch! Ouch! What did I do?
Oh Grandmother was on a rampage. Very rarely did she ever get to yelling, if not over more, it was at me when I did something to question her sanity. Which I did often enough. Usually just little things. When I was mad cause she sent me to bed early cause I just happened to trade her expensive bag of roots for a newly dyed leather for boots, and since I was in the furs before it was dark I was awake before all, getting Grandmother up only if my brother had over night patrol saying its morning, and Eesamer went to the stream to wash up, and wants breakfast, the special one she only makes. Of course, Grandmother would make it, giving it all to me when it was clear Eesamer got tied up with something instead of coming to eat. I would have a full belly and be happy. It would work until I had woken up again from my full slumber, ready to ask for lunch and Eesamer walked in asking for Breakfast. I learned to run fast from that.
This time, it was the basket. Its my job to do the laundry. The slaves have been out helping my other brother and his mate with new born twins, as if their other four kids weren't enough. Both slaves gone, leaving me to have to do most the cleaning, and laundry with no help. So I let it pile up, so Grandmother wouldn't feel an over flowing basket, I would just keep getting bigger baskets until after a hand she couldn't find a tunic and Eesamer was complaining about no clean verr wool socks. Not my fault he changed them like four times a day. I guess she found out, as she was yelling at me the whole time I dressed, I didn't even know Eesamer was there until I heard him laughing walking out. Grandmother roughly oiled my hair pulling it back in a braid, just telling me she should beat a hort off my height for making her think her back was bending cause the basket seemed bigger every other day. She thought she was shrinking, and was seeing the healer about her back. Cost her two dozen eggs for him to say...Elders shrink. He was next for that. For now it was me. I couldn't get my boots on fast enough lugging that huge basket out towards the stream with the Sky Warrior walking over my fingers as if to laugh at me too. I knew he was. There were only a few there at first, giving my Tal's. I liked the young Warrior. We had a secret. I told him that we shared blood. One day we will have to get Eesamer to explain it better to both me and him. Something about Fathers, Fathers and Brothers...or something. Easamer was in a hurry when I asked him about the marks on the wagons, so it was quick run down, which drove me crazy cause I liked names and history!
More started to come, many new faces, a few I had seen before. I couldn't wait to get my boots off and start soaking my throbbing toe in the cool water. I spoke to a few, I saw some I have sought before, and some who seemed to be a new from the past as the girls gossip well via the first wagons or the last. Old Ubars were a hot topic all the time. I couldn't wait to go back and tell Kayla he looked nothing like she said! I felt a bit bad people were giving him a corpse comparison, but yes, he did have that...needs a few bosk steaks...look. I was curious, but not enough to get near the gathering of people that were talking. I was a little shocked over two coming to speak to me, though the quiet one still had that mean discontent look even holding young children. Now that was a bit amazing. The other was giving me and anatomy drill, from the head to toe connection and I think he wanted to drown me. Interesting.
Then Old Lady Boots tried to make a point that didn't quite amuse me, but I know older women tend to be a bit threatened by us younger ones. So what if I'm a prospect, I'm still Tuchuk, her blood was no better then mine. Her wagon was just in a different location. She probably got there by mating anyway. So I didn't fall into it. I try never to let anything bother me for to long. A boot in the face today, and I will be standing tall tomorrow. Again, I didn't let words of ill tempered whims bother me. I found it amusing. To each their own. I savored the thought of a future of testing the will of some in a more intelligent way then silly threats. I am Tuchuk, a young one, but strong. The girl beside me puzzled me but it was nice to see a young face. She might call her family strict I found them a bit mean. I wasn't a stranger to a lashing but it was in lesson not demand. I enjoyed helping her out a bit, and I have never seen leathers so big!
When most had left, I enjoyed walking closer to the Warrior I was curious about with the other prospect. He amazed me. It wasn't just the familiar of the Sky Warriors, but it was just the way he spoke. His tone, his demeanor. He spoke of lost things, and I of not really seeing the importance of worrying over what is now gone, for things still here are what mattered. I could see the anguish, even in the very dark of his eyes. The other woman came, and I liked her thrill over him. I really didn't need a seal of deal to assume he was truly special but her thrill was enough to do just that. I told him a bit about me, I felt selfish but he asked, and even offered more then he asked. I like to talk. I think it could be a lift time debate, of water and ground, but the mud in my fingers showed me it really didn't matter. For life is what does. He gave me life in my palm. Beautiful shimmer of rich green that fluttered even when the beetle tumbled from my palm. His mood changed as did life. Dusted beetle all across my skirt. I gathered it up and asked him to fix it. No he didn't. He left.
Oh well, I took care of it, and sent it right back to him, as I watched old lady boots color the water in some incident that left her in a sticky moment.
Yes, laundry, had to take it home.
Three hands.
Goodness.Now, I had to find Kayla. Tell her, she was so wrong....this man wasn't what she said, he was so much more, for to me that slender outline of flesh was just a mere silhouette of what he really was. I found it beautiful.
Ouch! Ouch! What did I do?
Oh Grandmother was on a rampage. Very rarely did she ever get to yelling, if not over more, it was at me when I did something to question her sanity. Which I did often enough. Usually just little things. When I was mad cause she sent me to bed early cause I just happened to trade her expensive bag of roots for a newly dyed leather for boots, and since I was in the furs before it was dark I was awake before all, getting Grandmother up only if my brother had over night patrol saying its morning, and Eesamer went to the stream to wash up, and wants breakfast, the special one she only makes. Of course, Grandmother would make it, giving it all to me when it was clear Eesamer got tied up with something instead of coming to eat. I would have a full belly and be happy. It would work until I had woken up again from my full slumber, ready to ask for lunch and Eesamer walked in asking for Breakfast. I learned to run fast from that.
This time, it was the basket. Its my job to do the laundry. The slaves have been out helping my other brother and his mate with new born twins, as if their other four kids weren't enough. Both slaves gone, leaving me to have to do most the cleaning, and laundry with no help. So I let it pile up, so Grandmother wouldn't feel an over flowing basket, I would just keep getting bigger baskets until after a hand she couldn't find a tunic and Eesamer was complaining about no clean verr wool socks. Not my fault he changed them like four times a day. I guess she found out, as she was yelling at me the whole time I dressed, I didn't even know Eesamer was there until I heard him laughing walking out. Grandmother roughly oiled my hair pulling it back in a braid, just telling me she should beat a hort off my height for making her think her back was bending cause the basket seemed bigger every other day. She thought she was shrinking, and was seeing the healer about her back. Cost her two dozen eggs for him to say...Elders shrink. He was next for that. For now it was me. I couldn't get my boots on fast enough lugging that huge basket out towards the stream with the Sky Warrior walking over my fingers as if to laugh at me too. I knew he was. There were only a few there at first, giving my Tal's. I liked the young Warrior. We had a secret. I told him that we shared blood. One day we will have to get Eesamer to explain it better to both me and him. Something about Fathers, Fathers and Brothers...or something. Easamer was in a hurry when I asked him about the marks on the wagons, so it was quick run down, which drove me crazy cause I liked names and history!
More started to come, many new faces, a few I had seen before. I couldn't wait to get my boots off and start soaking my throbbing toe in the cool water. I spoke to a few, I saw some I have sought before, and some who seemed to be a new from the past as the girls gossip well via the first wagons or the last. Old Ubars were a hot topic all the time. I couldn't wait to go back and tell Kayla he looked nothing like she said! I felt a bit bad people were giving him a corpse comparison, but yes, he did have that...needs a few bosk steaks...look. I was curious, but not enough to get near the gathering of people that were talking. I was a little shocked over two coming to speak to me, though the quiet one still had that mean discontent look even holding young children. Now that was a bit amazing. The other was giving me and anatomy drill, from the head to toe connection and I think he wanted to drown me. Interesting.
Then Old Lady Boots tried to make a point that didn't quite amuse me, but I know older women tend to be a bit threatened by us younger ones. So what if I'm a prospect, I'm still Tuchuk, her blood was no better then mine. Her wagon was just in a different location. She probably got there by mating anyway. So I didn't fall into it. I try never to let anything bother me for to long. A boot in the face today, and I will be standing tall tomorrow. Again, I didn't let words of ill tempered whims bother me. I found it amusing. To each their own. I savored the thought of a future of testing the will of some in a more intelligent way then silly threats. I am Tuchuk, a young one, but strong. The girl beside me puzzled me but it was nice to see a young face. She might call her family strict I found them a bit mean. I wasn't a stranger to a lashing but it was in lesson not demand. I enjoyed helping her out a bit, and I have never seen leathers so big!
When most had left, I enjoyed walking closer to the Warrior I was curious about with the other prospect. He amazed me. It wasn't just the familiar of the Sky Warriors, but it was just the way he spoke. His tone, his demeanor. He spoke of lost things, and I of not really seeing the importance of worrying over what is now gone, for things still here are what mattered. I could see the anguish, even in the very dark of his eyes. The other woman came, and I liked her thrill over him. I really didn't need a seal of deal to assume he was truly special but her thrill was enough to do just that. I told him a bit about me, I felt selfish but he asked, and even offered more then he asked. I like to talk. I think it could be a lift time debate, of water and ground, but the mud in my fingers showed me it really didn't matter. For life is what does. He gave me life in my palm. Beautiful shimmer of rich green that fluttered even when the beetle tumbled from my palm. His mood changed as did life. Dusted beetle all across my skirt. I gathered it up and asked him to fix it. No he didn't. He left.
Oh well, I took care of it, and sent it right back to him, as I watched old lady boots color the water in some incident that left her in a sticky moment.
Yes, laundry, had to take it home.
Three hands.
Goodness.Now, I had to find Kayla. Tell her, she was so wrong....this man wasn't what she said, he was so much more, for to me that slender outline of flesh was just a mere silhouette of what he really was. I found it beautiful.
