As always during the first days of the move would find me busier than usual, I went thru our wagons one last time to ensure we had enough of everything, I had father and Falon take the one extra wagon that I use to bring things back from the inn. I gave them a list of things to stock it with, that would be needed on this particular journey, everything from extra medical supplies to extra furs,dried meat,botas of water,salt, anything that could be thought of. It was to be packed and not just any way it had to be done in a particular way. I also had given Aponi the task of ensuring there were extra furs. I knew a few thought it was more than enough, but they will see on this trail why I have done this. I was glad to see Chay return briefly from a tracking expedition and she lent a hand as well, she went around to help a few elders, I had to tease father and ask if maybe he had a tumble in the furs with her as she was much to warm and nice. And either it was that or she was up to something. He of course would only chuckle. Neither had bruises or scratches so I guess that means it wasn't a tumble in the furs. Then it was my turn to chuckle. Because that meant any one could be her target.
The day seemed to fly from morning into night time, I had already checked on all of my children. And they were in their wagons. Warm, dry, fed and content to be doing things children do together, plot the demise of their parents.. Or at least a good prank.
I had just prepared a bowl of stew and some hot blackwine and took it inside the wagon. And I had earlier taken some of the heated rocks from the fire and I wrapped them in a few furs. About two ehn later Garyx returned. I was still not to pleased with him, but glad to see him home, each day we know it could be the last for any of us, but more so for our men. He removed his wet dirty clothing and put them aside, I would take care of them later. I then draped a warmed fur around him and offered him food and drink. I sat down not far from him, there was small talk. And as always he seems to know my moods or when something is not right. And he is not one to beat around the bush, so I told him. I am not one to hide anything from him, wether it is what I do or what I think and feel. I lay it right out on the table so to speak. You know I think he was a bit amused. Because he made the comment of never having seen me even a bit jealous , I think in some perverse way he even liked it. And while he found it humorous for his own reasons, he never once made me feel that it was a foolish emotion. And granted it is, but he took it as important because it was how I felt, he let me get it off my chest and then we talked of it. And even though I knew there was nothing to be concerned or even to be upset over, I could not help it.
There is no doubt in my mind the best place in the world to be is in his arms. I cannot explain it even if my life depended upon it. He held me as we spoke and all I could think of was the strength and gentleness that he had, the way he would look not just at me but within me. How his heartbeat seemed to match mine at any given moment, in his arms I can be me, a woman, I don't have to present myself in a certain manner or be careful all aspects of me are not seen or known. I don't have to watch what I say or think, I can reveal everything and know he will never think less of me. With him there are no secrets we speak openly and honestly even when one of us or both of us don't want to really hear it. He listens for the most part, after all we are both human and sometimes we screw up.
After a bit he sat up to eat, before his stew got cold. I sat in front him relaxing, enjoying the natural flow of words that we had, he did surprise me by massaging those tight muscles in my back and shoulders, he knows what I do and I never complain of the work, but I would be a liar if I did not say that it was beyond wonderful to have him loosen those muscles, because he thought enough of me as his woman, his mate to ensure that I was taken care of. It is these small things that have more meaning to me.. They are beyond priceless. It was a good way to end the night and this time I slept where I belonged in the warmth of his arms, listening to his breath and his heart.
The day seemed to fly from morning into night time, I had already checked on all of my children. And they were in their wagons. Warm, dry, fed and content to be doing things children do together, plot the demise of their parents.. Or at least a good prank.
I had just prepared a bowl of stew and some hot blackwine and took it inside the wagon. And I had earlier taken some of the heated rocks from the fire and I wrapped them in a few furs. About two ehn later Garyx returned. I was still not to pleased with him, but glad to see him home, each day we know it could be the last for any of us, but more so for our men. He removed his wet dirty clothing and put them aside, I would take care of them later. I then draped a warmed fur around him and offered him food and drink. I sat down not far from him, there was small talk. And as always he seems to know my moods or when something is not right. And he is not one to beat around the bush, so I told him. I am not one to hide anything from him, wether it is what I do or what I think and feel. I lay it right out on the table so to speak. You know I think he was a bit amused. Because he made the comment of never having seen me even a bit jealous , I think in some perverse way he even liked it. And while he found it humorous for his own reasons, he never once made me feel that it was a foolish emotion. And granted it is, but he took it as important because it was how I felt, he let me get it off my chest and then we talked of it. And even though I knew there was nothing to be concerned or even to be upset over, I could not help it.
There is no doubt in my mind the best place in the world to be is in his arms. I cannot explain it even if my life depended upon it. He held me as we spoke and all I could think of was the strength and gentleness that he had, the way he would look not just at me but within me. How his heartbeat seemed to match mine at any given moment, in his arms I can be me, a woman, I don't have to present myself in a certain manner or be careful all aspects of me are not seen or known. I don't have to watch what I say or think, I can reveal everything and know he will never think less of me. With him there are no secrets we speak openly and honestly even when one of us or both of us don't want to really hear it. He listens for the most part, after all we are both human and sometimes we screw up.
After a bit he sat up to eat, before his stew got cold. I sat in front him relaxing, enjoying the natural flow of words that we had, he did surprise me by massaging those tight muscles in my back and shoulders, he knows what I do and I never complain of the work, but I would be a liar if I did not say that it was beyond wonderful to have him loosen those muscles, because he thought enough of me as his woman, his mate to ensure that I was taken care of. It is these small things that have more meaning to me.. They are beyond priceless. It was a good way to end the night and this time I slept where I belonged in the warmth of his arms, listening to his breath and his heart.
