Alone

I have to admit I love my time spent alone in the herds... to watch them grazing among the long grass, to watch the young play and dance around.. It soothes the soul..

I am not sure where everyone was... it was just unsually quite.. Perhaps a night of paga and wild slaves.. or chasing their children.. put everyone close to their own wagons.. I had heard my father was looking for me... but I did not budge from my spot. I sprawled out on the knoll... I wish I could shut off my mind for just awhile.. there are so many what ifs that creap into the solitude of my thoughts.. I do not wish to be alone all my life.. I want the same as any other young woman wants.. a strong warrior.. not one to be led by the nose.. not one that believes before he finds the truth of things.. And certainly not one that would allow me to do what ever I pleased.. A strong warrior.. decisive.. knows what he wants.. and takes me as I am without trying to mold me into what he wants.. I have not yet found that.. I thought I had, but I found that I was very wrong..

I want children.. lots of them.. to dance at me feet.. and hear stories of days gone by.. to teach my clan to if they so desire.. Warrior sons that will take care of their mother in times of need... daughters to bring forth more warriors.. I don't think I want any less than others.. but to what extent would I go to achieve that ... I made a mistake once and told a warrior how I felt.. and it was kicked back to me as he chose another.. It will be a very long time before I even consider looking at another warrior.. Perhaps one more mature... who is not sidetracked by pretty baubles... :smiles:

I stared at the herd looking for the mama... but I don't see her standing around with the others.. I hope she is alright... I hope she had her babies with no problems... slowly I get to my feet and walk amongst the herd.. they are use to me know.. they act like I am not even there.. as I search for the mama bosk.. And I find her... she is laying down.. it looks like she is in pain and those large eyes look at me... I have never done a birthing before... As I run back to the camp to find someone to come help.. to lose one bosk is bad.. to lose 3 is not something I want to think about.. As I get closer to camp... I see..