A Token of Friendship

She and her mother spoke as they cooked their evening meal... Her mothers name was Ehleen.. and she had heard of the warrior Fonce.. sitting there she told her daughter that while he had been know for his temper.. he was also a very fair man.. and had a following of young women. .. and the slaves all wanted his attentions.. Yamka just looked at her mother.. and listened..

He had a fondness of a sweet... I can not exactly remember what it was... but not candy.. it was not candy.. :her mother spoke on: He was once a good man.. I do not know what he is like now Yamka.. be careful around him.. and others.. you are so innocent.. which is my fault I suspose.. You are wise in someways.. but warriors... :her mother shook her head: All you have to judge them by are your brothers.. and not all warriors are like them.. Not all warriors respect women.. some would perfer the warmth of slaves.. then the comfort of a good mate.. ..:she eyed her daughter for a while: You are not ready to to mate... you have much to do before your father will allow a warrior to speak for you.. : a relief fell to the young womans face.. listening to her mother:

I want you to take this to the warriors wagon. as a welcome home gift.. Its a pot of stew made and bread.. There is a cool pitcher of milk.. and some of my honeycandies... He was also good to those of the outer wagons.. Your father has spoken and it shall be done.. You can place a leatherstrip on the pothandle so he will know its from the leatherworkers wagon.. :her mother nodded:

And so as I headed back to the main fires.. I took the items my mother had placed in a basket.. and walked the long row.. Finding the warriors wagon.. I set the items on his platform.. His wagon was quiet.. so I assumed him to be asleep.. the leathermark of my father on the handle..

And then I headed to my own wagon.. Mother had given me a small box.. to keep my treasures in.. of course when I found some... I am also most 20 summers old.. I fear my mother thinks she grows old.. but to me, she and father are as young as the day... their love for each other brightenest even my darkest days...