The days would pass and that restlessness would take hold of her, she hated being confined and she made her way out of the healers wagons. The first place she went to was to the bathing wagons. One of the slaves had prepared the water for her and found her some of her own clothing, she would quickly shed the clothing she wore and sink into the warm,liquid embrace of the water, for once not fussing as the slave undid the long, heavy ebony braid, the air held a light fragrance of flowers and herbs that was crisp and refreshing, calming and soothing. She did not have her strength back so she allowed the girl to wash her hair and then brush it out. The water had its desired effect as she felt the slick veil of sweat flow from her body along with whatever else was put on her by the healers.
She would rise from the water and dry off sitting so the girl could brush her hair , applying a light oil that she had made herself into the dark silky tresses as Tarra applied a light cream to her skin. The girl would notice that while Tarra as a small woman of height and build, there was a surprise at the womanly curves she really did have beneath the tunics and leathers she always wore. Though always was she feminine in her appearance,moving with the elegance of the wind, the grace of the fire, there was a balance of the ground within her and the fluidity of the water,but it was even more noticeable as she sat there with her hair down fresh from the bath. It surprised the slave who was often good at seeing such of women slave and free alike. This one was a surprise. She helped her dress noticing that some weight had been lost. There were marks and scars that she was most curious of but did not ask instead she served with a quiet efficient manner, all knew that Tarra rarely allowed anyone to help her or serve her to it was a rare honor to do so.
After that she would go to her own wagons and see to her children. Her youngest son was there his vibrant green eyes the color of his fathers revealed his relief to see her return home. Then there was Hallie who nearly knocked her over as she ran to her. Tarra would wrap her in her arms hearing her cries and tumbling of words. She would stroke her hair and speak softly to her calming her. Explaining to her that there was no need for regret or apologies. She would sit with her for some time and talk to her and listened to her thoughts and words. She told her of how she stayed with Cana and Tarra would smile knowing that she would find comfort there when she needed it, as well as with working with the kailla. Tarra had never been that ill before and even when she had been injured and ill she was still often working right thru it without a word. She knew this scared her children as she had never been laid that low for so long. But she was fine now, and they felt that all would be alright with the world once more, something all young ones did no matter their age. Arkus would soon join them and she would spend some time with her children before going to her wagon to rest in her own furs. She would have lily sit outside her wagon to allow any that neared know that she was resting and Tarra had given orders upon the threat of removing her eyes and tongue that no one was to disturb her.
Her children were taken care of and anything else could wait. As there were others that could tend to the things needed until she was ready to venture forth once more.
She would rise from the water and dry off sitting so the girl could brush her hair , applying a light oil that she had made herself into the dark silky tresses as Tarra applied a light cream to her skin. The girl would notice that while Tarra as a small woman of height and build, there was a surprise at the womanly curves she really did have beneath the tunics and leathers she always wore. Though always was she feminine in her appearance,moving with the elegance of the wind, the grace of the fire, there was a balance of the ground within her and the fluidity of the water,but it was even more noticeable as she sat there with her hair down fresh from the bath. It surprised the slave who was often good at seeing such of women slave and free alike. This one was a surprise. She helped her dress noticing that some weight had been lost. There were marks and scars that she was most curious of but did not ask instead she served with a quiet efficient manner, all knew that Tarra rarely allowed anyone to help her or serve her to it was a rare honor to do so.
After that she would go to her own wagons and see to her children. Her youngest son was there his vibrant green eyes the color of his fathers revealed his relief to see her return home. Then there was Hallie who nearly knocked her over as she ran to her. Tarra would wrap her in her arms hearing her cries and tumbling of words. She would stroke her hair and speak softly to her calming her. Explaining to her that there was no need for regret or apologies. She would sit with her for some time and talk to her and listened to her thoughts and words. She told her of how she stayed with Cana and Tarra would smile knowing that she would find comfort there when she needed it, as well as with working with the kailla. Tarra had never been that ill before and even when she had been injured and ill she was still often working right thru it without a word. She knew this scared her children as she had never been laid that low for so long. But she was fine now, and they felt that all would be alright with the world once more, something all young ones did no matter their age. Arkus would soon join them and she would spend some time with her children before going to her wagon to rest in her own furs. She would have lily sit outside her wagon to allow any that neared know that she was resting and Tarra had given orders upon the threat of removing her eyes and tongue that no one was to disturb her.
Her children were taken care of and anything else could wait. As there were others that could tend to the things needed until she was ready to venture forth once more.
