After I left the herds.. I went back to my other favorite spot.. the inside of my wagon.. I gathered all the paints and brushes.. and took them to Fonce's wagon and hide them under the step until I could tell him they were there.. I am not sure who they belong to, but I do not want her Uncle near them... She is not a slave .. she never was.. he had no right to destroy her things.. and well.. since she feared he would come after me for them.. I did the only thing I could.. I took them to Fonce for safe keeping... I am not afraid of her Uncle.. he can not hurt me any more than my own father has done.. Had I been there the night he took his angry out on Seve.. I would have stepped in...
Anyway.. once I had that done.. I went back to my wagon... and finished the little dress I was making for Qora... It was a very soft fawn colored hide... and since this is her first dress.. I wanted it to be special... Taidjun said she liked red beads.. so I strung the beads together to make a small lenght of rope.. and with that I made a cute little fringe of beads.. that would shimmer and shine when she moved.. Each stitch was reinforced for childs play.. It should last her until a growth one is needed.. I then started on her slippers... the same hide.. and the same beads.. formed into a small flower along the sides.. He said I spoil her.. maybe I do.. maybe I am a bit jealous that she has a father that loves her.. that cares for her... :shrugged: Either way.. I know I will not find these slippers flung into the stream in anger... And that is important to me.. No matter how mad you get at someone.. once you have destroyed a gift, it can never be replaced... those magic boots are still in my wagon.. as a reminder to me to never wager.. and never stand up for myself.. Its sad that you are called guilty before the verdict is in. or all
the evidence presented.. but what is ever more sad.. is that the truth.. is not told.. and anger is still inside..
Well its time for bed...
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