I sat on the step of my wagon.. just relaxing.. nursing my mug of blackwine and milk.. Its amazing what you can see when you really open your eyes.. Things you would normally miss.. because thats not where your mind is.. Let me tell you what I see from where I sit...
See over there.. that old woman? ... she is waiting for her son and mate to return from a small raid on the Kassar herds.. See how her eyes dart from the OR riding in to her work.. do you see the small bead of sweat on her brow.. She is trying to wonder what she will do if they do not return.. Who will take care of her if she is left alone.. See how her eye twitches.. that is fear of the unknown.. Its a very scary fear.. for there is nothing you can do to stop it or overcome it.. Now see.. how she smiles.. as she looked up again and a large warrior sweeps her into his arms.. The bead of sweat gone.. as she nuzzled against her mate and her son grabbed into a hug..
Now do you see over that.. :she pointed to the left: That warrior that keeps walking to one certain wagon.. then turns and walks another way.. but he keeps going back.. He is probably going to ask a father for a bride price but is unsure or thinks he is unworthy.. He has fear in his eyes also.. fear of being rejected.. I would say by the look on the young woman that is hiding behind a wagon watching him.. the she is the one of his affections... And now there he goes again. this time he stops.. and called out the fathers name.. The two men speak.. the young warrior grins.. and nodds.. He has been given the bride price.. And soon perhaps we will hear the singers calling out his claiming...
Over there.. are a bunch of children.. playing with ribbons.. and bows and arrows.. Can you hear them? Listen with your heart.. you can just barely hear the young warriors trying to boss the little girls around.. So this must be when it begins.. Boys puffing out their chests.. and calling the little girls wenches.. one little girl.. you can see her... just right there.. cowering beneath the bellowing of the little warrior... sad large eyes look up at him with adoring affection.. sad.. very sad.. so young and already she hears the calling of slavery.. Perhaps it is true that some women are born to it.. The little smirk on the young boys face.. shows he already knows.. time will tell what will happen with those two.. Skies I hope she can face her fear.. so young.. so very young..
I hope off the step.. and looked behind.. Do you see that? That is Fonce's wagons.. he has a slave now.. Maybe that will fill that dead spot in his heart.. but I doubt it.. I have asked a few questions around the outer wagons... my mother said he had a mate once.. but when he vanished so did she... she did not stay around the fires much.. my heart goes out to him.. I see so much more in him that he sees in himself I think.. but thats for my heart to know not his.. I can not imagine though a man trying to fill a void missing love with a slave.. they are nothing but well.. toys.. :whispered: At least thats what my brothers call them.. Sam has a slave.. she is just sooo annoying... Master this and Master that... :rolls her eyes: My brother is a man however and if thats what he wants hey who am I to tell him that she sits in everyones laps when he is not around..
I got distracted... so where were we.. Oh yes.. Anyway Fonce is probably one of the most handsome warriors in camp.. besides the Ubars brother.. but I am not even close to being their caliber.. One day though.. :a nod:
Oh do you see that.. look.. over there.. a young maiden trying to get that warriors attention.. fliting around him like a over protective mother.. getting him food and drink... fluffin the furs for him... Like a moth to the flame.. will she get burnt or will he capture her before she falls... Look at his eyes.. he likes her... but he will pull back.. let her tend to him... will her attentions fad if he does not show some emotion? Look at him take her hand.. look you can almost see her skin quiver.. she loves him very much... I hope it has a happy ending. Not like my young friend...
See her over ther... she looks much older than 19 summers.... years of serving him... she is used and has been abused... by him and his mate... she hates the girl.. but the girl loves him.. and if this was the only way she could be with him.. so sad.. Sometimes I want to just go up to her and shake her... and scream Why! Why did you give it all up.. to be this? a a slut? but I won't.. you can see in her eyes that love has caused this. No man is worth freedom..
Oh :her eyes sparkle: Look there is a new mother and her first son.. She how she glows? Isn't that just a wonderful look... Everything about her shines.. can you see it? No? open your heart.. open your minds eye.. do not look but see.. That is how I wish to look someday...
What do you see when you see me? Really see me.. beyond the dark hair and eyes.. beyond my youth... beyond the facade.. do you see me? I am like a butterfly.. I flit from here to there.. from this to that.. not thought random yet you think so.. Do you remember me? I hope so.... I will always remember you.. :grins: Making you think I can see that.. good.. Now look over there.
And as you look she turns and walks away.. what was that she said.. close your eyes.. can you sense her.. her scent.. does it remind you of leather... her voice.. was it like that of a butterfly kissing your ear.. Yes you will remember Yamka..
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