The deeper darker shades of night hold an infinite amount of power and knowledge,even the youngest of a Haruspex can feel the subtle shifts within its seemingly serene canvas. Youngest not in age,for an adult can have no teaching or understanding and still starting the lessons to help them understand and control what they can do, but young as in a youngling learning, stretching their wings and expanding and reaching. They may not understand it but much is all around them even when there seems to be nothing there.
I sit on the platform of my wagon, gazing at the skies, seeing various things slide along the darkness, I listen to the sounds of the night, the voices that carry on the wind that are thought to be silent but to me at the moment are sharp like the edge of broken glass, the laughter of small children as they prepare for sleep but yet want to stay awake and enjoy more of the day even though it has ended. The faint hissing and crackling of the fires from various places throughout the camp. Things tonight sound crisp and loud, why I am not yet sure.
I spent much of my time packing up my wagons,my sons ensured all the heavy stuff was taken care of, I have to laugh to myself as I watch them, they suddenly think me helpless. I am far from that, I managed to take care of myself for over twenty envars without a mate before while traveling Gor and I think I can handle doing things on my own now. But, seeing the pride in their eyes as they do things, I could not and would not take that from them. Though eventually, I am sure I will have to gently remind them that I am fine, but not until they get on my last nerve.
We will move in the morning so I walked down to the stream to relax by the water,I have spent a lot of time there lately. It is the sound of the water that wraps about my senses coating them in a liquid serenity, calming my mind. Removing my boots I let the water flow about my feet, the feel of the cool water along my flesh is like a light fluid caress reaching in and relaxing my body. I was not the only one as I heard voices around me,I opened my eyes watching a few young ones, chase each other and torment each other, I could not help but smile a bit as I watched them. They were in the stages of not yet adults but not yet out of childhood. A few slaves were not far from me washing and talking of various things, interesting what you hear when you listen. A few things were a surprise to me, but I don't put much stock in the gossip of people, but some of it was amusing none the less.
I knew someone was behind me and I do as I always do when I know someone may touch me, with enough time I can prepare myself so I do not pick up on things they feel or think, the empathic part of me is at times to much even for me, most do not realize this is why I do not like anyone to just come up and touch me, not because I dislike the touch of others, that is not true, it is because sometimes that sudden influx of what they feel is like throwing me into a fire pit and ice water at the same time. I feel what they feel physically and emotionally, and that is something that is difficult at times to encompass.
I smiled feeling the strong yet gentle warm squeeze to my shoulder, no words were needed, I watched as various people congregated along the embankment it seemed as if everyone had the same idea, though I did not join in the joviality of the night, I mostly observed those gathered, taking note of various expressions, thoughts and actions. A few things spoken of did surprise me, I had to wonder at these things, I could see some were in for some rude awakenings and others would be in for a few surprises.
After a few ehn there were way to many about me and I needed to find some quiet space, I really wasn't yet able to laugh and joke, I am not sure if I will be. Besides I had a plan to plot, I had things to prepare, because there was one,that I would seek, the outcome of it would yet to be determined. The outcome depends on if I go after this one my self, or if I have others help. If I do it myself I am not breaking my promise.
Once at my wagons, I slipped inside and prepared for the night, slowly unbraiding my hair from its confinement, letting it fall about me, I would brush it out slowly as my mind wondered, it has only been cut once and that was when Lochley died. I was not looking forward to the pyre, it would be harder to do than even sending my children off that had died, Kain and Lochlan gave their lives by protecting others of the tribe, the others that died did so for various reasons, some by their own making, but that did not make it less painful. Undressing I apply some oil and moved it along my arms and legs, I realize as I relaxed this night I overdid it, and those muscles are protesting vehemently. Keeping busy is good, but I know I did to much, tomorrow I will be careful.
Sleep would not come easy for me I knew, I would lay for ahns thinking of many things, choices to make and figuring out just what to do now was fore most in my mind. Eventually I would feel the song of the siren of the night lull me into sleep, but not until late in the night.
I sit on the platform of my wagon, gazing at the skies, seeing various things slide along the darkness, I listen to the sounds of the night, the voices that carry on the wind that are thought to be silent but to me at the moment are sharp like the edge of broken glass, the laughter of small children as they prepare for sleep but yet want to stay awake and enjoy more of the day even though it has ended. The faint hissing and crackling of the fires from various places throughout the camp. Things tonight sound crisp and loud, why I am not yet sure.
I spent much of my time packing up my wagons,my sons ensured all the heavy stuff was taken care of, I have to laugh to myself as I watch them, they suddenly think me helpless. I am far from that, I managed to take care of myself for over twenty envars without a mate before while traveling Gor and I think I can handle doing things on my own now. But, seeing the pride in their eyes as they do things, I could not and would not take that from them. Though eventually, I am sure I will have to gently remind them that I am fine, but not until they get on my last nerve.
We will move in the morning so I walked down to the stream to relax by the water,I have spent a lot of time there lately. It is the sound of the water that wraps about my senses coating them in a liquid serenity, calming my mind. Removing my boots I let the water flow about my feet, the feel of the cool water along my flesh is like a light fluid caress reaching in and relaxing my body. I was not the only one as I heard voices around me,I opened my eyes watching a few young ones, chase each other and torment each other, I could not help but smile a bit as I watched them. They were in the stages of not yet adults but not yet out of childhood. A few slaves were not far from me washing and talking of various things, interesting what you hear when you listen. A few things were a surprise to me, but I don't put much stock in the gossip of people, but some of it was amusing none the less.
I knew someone was behind me and I do as I always do when I know someone may touch me, with enough time I can prepare myself so I do not pick up on things they feel or think, the empathic part of me is at times to much even for me, most do not realize this is why I do not like anyone to just come up and touch me, not because I dislike the touch of others, that is not true, it is because sometimes that sudden influx of what they feel is like throwing me into a fire pit and ice water at the same time. I feel what they feel physically and emotionally, and that is something that is difficult at times to encompass.
I smiled feeling the strong yet gentle warm squeeze to my shoulder, no words were needed, I watched as various people congregated along the embankment it seemed as if everyone had the same idea, though I did not join in the joviality of the night, I mostly observed those gathered, taking note of various expressions, thoughts and actions. A few things spoken of did surprise me, I had to wonder at these things, I could see some were in for some rude awakenings and others would be in for a few surprises.
After a few ehn there were way to many about me and I needed to find some quiet space, I really wasn't yet able to laugh and joke, I am not sure if I will be. Besides I had a plan to plot, I had things to prepare, because there was one,that I would seek, the outcome of it would yet to be determined. The outcome depends on if I go after this one my self, or if I have others help. If I do it myself I am not breaking my promise.
Once at my wagons, I slipped inside and prepared for the night, slowly unbraiding my hair from its confinement, letting it fall about me, I would brush it out slowly as my mind wondered, it has only been cut once and that was when Lochley died. I was not looking forward to the pyre, it would be harder to do than even sending my children off that had died, Kain and Lochlan gave their lives by protecting others of the tribe, the others that died did so for various reasons, some by their own making, but that did not make it less painful. Undressing I apply some oil and moved it along my arms and legs, I realize as I relaxed this night I overdid it, and those muscles are protesting vehemently. Keeping busy is good, but I know I did to much, tomorrow I will be careful.
Sleep would not come easy for me I knew, I would lay for ahns thinking of many things, choices to make and figuring out just what to do now was fore most in my mind. Eventually I would feel the song of the siren of the night lull me into sleep, but not until late in the night.
