The Quiet Night

It had been quiet the last few evenings.. the skies full of stars.. as I laid on my bed of grass near the streams and just looked up at them.. Making silly young woman's wishes for a family.. a strong warrior to love and care for.. and sons and daughters to help make the tribe stronger..

There were several warriors without mates around the fires.. both the 1st fires and the outer wagons. Not that I had really looked to much.. The thought of someone going to my father I think scared me more than the thought of one talking to me. I also think of my young friend who wanted a warrior so much she got more than she asked for.. And that above all else makes me just keep back. The warrior Fonce is very nice.. but he has some things deep inside him he has to work out.. He would make a good companion and father one day.. He does not look that old.. unless you stare into his eyes.. then he seems ancient.. There is also something else I see in him.. and that is hurt.. I bet my mother would probably just give him a hug.. cause thats how she is.. my brothers get that same look sometimes.. Ord especially.. when a certain young maiden ignores him.. He goes right to my mother.. and she comforts him..

The only other warrior I know from the 1st fires hmm well I don't know his name.. but he is large.. and brooding.. but I watched him with some little boys.. the ones I made boots for and he seemed so at ease.. but he too has been hurt.. and he takes it out on every woman he sees.. Sad in a way.. Not all women are alike.. Not all women hurt men.. Perhaps one of these days he will actually open his eyes to that.. and see that not all women are Osts or sneaky.. but he is very handsome.. probably two handsome... And I am just to young... and not of the 1st fires.. so.. these are just my thoughts..

I would love to have what my parents have.. Yes my father is very strict.. and my mother is very gentle.. but weilds a large pan.. My father is very tender with my mother when they are alone.. I know cause I have watched from the corner of my old wagon.. She feeds him by hand. and he holds her in his lap.. they talk low to each other.. and kiss.. They have been together for over 40 summers.. He as been wounded on raids... kicked by bosk.. hit with pans.. but each night he comes home.. they talk about the day.. they talk about us children.. and our futures.. My brothers are alot older than me.. I came as a surprise to them both.. but its something that I hope will happen one day.. But for now I must concentrate on my clan work. and making it to the first fires. Tribe will always come first..