A cool Breeze

I woke with a start.. I must have kicked the furs off during the night.. and I was just a little chilly.. I dragged myself up. and washed my face.. and brushed my hair.. making sure that I put just a little grease on the bone comb.. to add some shine to my long braid.. 7 times I wrapped the thin leather strap around the end of my hair.. for my seven brothers. I loved each one differently and for different reasons.. I threw my tunic over my long skirt and then sat down to put on my boots..

My brothers tease me sometimes saying I smell like oil and leather. and not something sweet... :would just shrug it off.. because I did not care really.. I work with leather all day long.. I would tell them at least I did not smell like the dung of a busk.. and then I would run.. because if one caught me they all would catch me.. and then it would be throw the sister in a circle time. I know Amos has dropped me more than once on purpose.. and Rav.. pretends that he is gonna miss when I am tossed his way.. but my eldest brother..Sam, never misses.. he is my protector. and my worse enemie.. he is usually the one father places to hold me when I am to be whipped.. I know he tries to make himself a cushion. but sometimes father catches on.. and makes him lash me to the side of the wagon.. Now I do not get beat very often.. usually when I am disrespectful. or when I have not moved fast enough for my father..

I think all young people have had their moments of rebellion.. learning to fly on their own.. making mistakes is a part of living.. if everyone were perfect would fun would be in that.. I guess I am a late bloomer... I have not really wished to leave the safety of my fathers wagons.. Gone unseen... is fine.. I am not invisable of course.. but why make yourself the center of someones attention.. thats not always a good thing... The young girl that lived in the next wagon over.. she was fast... She was my age.. at the time. I guess we were both around 14 summers.. and she wanted this warrior.. He was not much to look at really... a large nose.. and he was missing a tooth.. and.. I am not sure he bathed nearly as often as the bosk he tended.. but to her he was a way out of her fathers wagons... and so day after day... While I was still being young.. she was trying to be old.... In the end she got that warrior... but not the way she had intended.. she wears his collar now... and he has taken a mate... I guess there is much to being and acting your age.... My father used her as an example of what can happen when you wish for something you are not ready for..