I promised my mother I would do laundry today for her... With 7 brothers there is a lot of wash to do.. as my brothers are not the cleanest men.. There were so many there from the 1st fires.. I was just a little nervous.. I did met another prospect to the 1st fires.. Noe... a very nice woman.. I hope we can be friends at some point..
There were so many there.. I do not know names yet.. I kinda find it odd.. because I am tribe.. not some outsider that seeks entrance to the tribe.. I am just trying to work my ways to the 1st circle of wagons.. but its not my position to say much about that.. It seems all are treated with the same distain by some.. :shrugged: Not my problem really.. its just our way.. even though my parents are not from the 1st fires.. they are just as much tuchuk as anyone else there..
I did met a warrior who actually gave me his name.. He seemed ill to me.. but when I asked he said not.. just a hard road traveled.. He was very nice.. and said he would like to taste my mothers stew.. When I got home. I told my parents about him.. and yes they knew of him.. He was once the Ubar... but had gone away for a long while.. I guess I never paid much attention to who was ubar or not.. My father was the law in our wagon and he followed the laws of the Ubar..
I told them he said he would like to come visit our fires and have some of mothers stew.. They both smiled and said it had been a very long time since anyone of the 1st fires had visited that far back in the wagons.. and they would give him the same hospitality they gave any that visited the wagon.. In otherwords.. he would not get given any more or less than the lowest OR or the highest.. My father said that all tuchuks were important there was not one more important than another.. I kinda wiggled my nose at that.. for from what I have seen so far.. there are some that certainly think they are.. I will treat all the same.. just as my father taught us..
There was another warrior there that said all women were Osts.. and sneaky.. I kinda too offense to that since he did not know me.. or anything about me.. If I even attempted to act all snooty and snotty like, my father would have me whipped within an inch of my life...
After talking with my parents.. I had to finish my chores.. all my brothers leathers were left in their wagons.. and then I would straighten up each wagon.. making sure their braizers had enough dung for a warm fire... their furs were shook up and placed back in neatly.. In my eldest brothers wagon.. I found a girl hiding in a corner... her eyes all wide and she looked scared.. I am used to slaves hanging around his wagon.. but this one looked like she was to afraid to move.. So I approached her. and crouched down looking directly at her: Did my brother tell you not to move? :she shook her head no: Did he tell you to be here when he got back? :she shook her head no again: So I looked her in the eyes again: Then it might be best if you were not here.. cause he can be really really mean if someone does not do as he says... :the girl jumped to her feet.. nearly knocking me over.. and ran from the wagon.. .. I got to my feet with a slight smirk on my face.. My poor brother... I was sure that girl would be back.. I felt sorry for her.. more than once I had felt the sting of my brothers hand or his kurt.. I am not sure what he would do to a slave.. probably kill her..
So as I headed out from my brothers wagon.. I groaned seeing 3 of my other brothers coming my way.. with tunics and pants.. and grins on their faces.. Oh Yammiekins.. we have some work for you... dropping the leathers on the step of my little wagon.. more leather that needed repair it seems.... They all laughed and headed off to the pens... they had night patrol now... thankfully for me.. I only had to deal with 4 brothers during the day..
Well.. I will have to write later.. cause I can hear my father calling my name.. which means I am either in trouble or its time for another lesson.. And then there is dinner to get made.. and served to the remaining brothers and my father..
There were so many there.. I do not know names yet.. I kinda find it odd.. because I am tribe.. not some outsider that seeks entrance to the tribe.. I am just trying to work my ways to the 1st circle of wagons.. but its not my position to say much about that.. It seems all are treated with the same distain by some.. :shrugged: Not my problem really.. its just our way.. even though my parents are not from the 1st fires.. they are just as much tuchuk as anyone else there..
I did met a warrior who actually gave me his name.. He seemed ill to me.. but when I asked he said not.. just a hard road traveled.. He was very nice.. and said he would like to taste my mothers stew.. When I got home. I told my parents about him.. and yes they knew of him.. He was once the Ubar... but had gone away for a long while.. I guess I never paid much attention to who was ubar or not.. My father was the law in our wagon and he followed the laws of the Ubar..
I told them he said he would like to come visit our fires and have some of mothers stew.. They both smiled and said it had been a very long time since anyone of the 1st fires had visited that far back in the wagons.. and they would give him the same hospitality they gave any that visited the wagon.. In otherwords.. he would not get given any more or less than the lowest OR or the highest.. My father said that all tuchuks were important there was not one more important than another.. I kinda wiggled my nose at that.. for from what I have seen so far.. there are some that certainly think they are.. I will treat all the same.. just as my father taught us..
There was another warrior there that said all women were Osts.. and sneaky.. I kinda too offense to that since he did not know me.. or anything about me.. If I even attempted to act all snooty and snotty like, my father would have me whipped within an inch of my life...
After talking with my parents.. I had to finish my chores.. all my brothers leathers were left in their wagons.. and then I would straighten up each wagon.. making sure their braizers had enough dung for a warm fire... their furs were shook up and placed back in neatly.. In my eldest brothers wagon.. I found a girl hiding in a corner... her eyes all wide and she looked scared.. I am used to slaves hanging around his wagon.. but this one looked like she was to afraid to move.. So I approached her. and crouched down looking directly at her: Did my brother tell you not to move? :she shook her head no: Did he tell you to be here when he got back? :she shook her head no again: So I looked her in the eyes again: Then it might be best if you were not here.. cause he can be really really mean if someone does not do as he says... :the girl jumped to her feet.. nearly knocking me over.. and ran from the wagon.. .. I got to my feet with a slight smirk on my face.. My poor brother... I was sure that girl would be back.. I felt sorry for her.. more than once I had felt the sting of my brothers hand or his kurt.. I am not sure what he would do to a slave.. probably kill her..
So as I headed out from my brothers wagon.. I groaned seeing 3 of my other brothers coming my way.. with tunics and pants.. and grins on their faces.. Oh Yammiekins.. we have some work for you... dropping the leathers on the step of my little wagon.. more leather that needed repair it seems.... They all laughed and headed off to the pens... they had night patrol now... thankfully for me.. I only had to deal with 4 brothers during the day..
Well.. I will have to write later.. cause I can hear my father calling my name.. which means I am either in trouble or its time for another lesson.. And then there is dinner to get made.. and served to the remaining brothers and my father..
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