Each day that passes seems to be a bit longer and yet a bit shorter, the steady sounds of the wagons that now have their own rhythm and cadence. The swirling writhing layer of dust that flows along the ground as the bosk are herded along by the outriders, the song of the warriors at night as they watch over them.
I rode along side a few for a while, listening to them talk, sometimes I got lost in the conversation as I felt my thoughts being pulled to the silence that feathers along the edge of life. Then I was drawn back to those about me, I noticed the interest one has of another, it was surprising, and I am not sure if it is something that is fated or not, only time will tell the nature of it. I listened to the aspirations and curiosity of another, once more we found our selves camping for the night. I helped prepare the meal and other things that would keep my hands busy and my mind, Fonce joined us and he looked as if he was ready to fall asleep where he stood, I spoke to him for a moment and offered him some black wine, in truth I was shocked he took it I have often seen him refuse such offers before from people, no doubt he was tired.
We all gathered to eat and relax for a while, and share various thoughts, humor and other things. A young warrior joined us named Ogedaii, he is a sleen handler, well he has earned the name of the Sleen Man. I think he will be stuck with it. He and Silk teased each other back and forth, and Silk and Ayguili well, I am not sure what to say there, exchanges there are filled with meaning I think. But it is one of those things I wisely stayed out of. This was a night of shocks as well, Silk in a skirt. Skirts are common on the plains, but on Silk, hell I don't think I have ever seen one on her before, and the men I think we should have had rep cloths to wipe away the drool. She caused quite a stir, not that I would say in a bad way, but still she shocked the men. She looked good in a skirt, though it made me glad I did not wear them. I don't like that kind of attention, the reasons not important, but I am not comfortable with that not that I ever garnered such. Silk has a sensual exotic look that men trip over to glimpse, she thinks she is no longer as she terms it hot. But if she could see she would know that they find her attractive.
My sister also was able to command attention like that, I never quite figured it out, I think perhaps because I was often out doing clan things and riding, I never perfected that part of me, and I am rather small in stature and I do not have huge boobs like her and my ass is not as curved as Dashes, I am rather simply put together. And very flawed. Ba'atar teased me about being in a skirt and he would like to see that, I warned him not to hold his breath. I rarely wear them. Why do they think not wearing skirts makes a woman less of a woman, does wearing one change me? I did not think so. I look the same no matter what I wear.
I have added a few scars to my body and on men they add character on women they seem to make us less attractive. But none the less, I think she should do it more often. They teased her about it and when she left she earned a few names. There was some good natured teasing and some of course held the flavor of sexuality, no surprise, we are all tuchuk. We aren't known to be tepid or timid in any aspect of our lives.
Now that lead to a discussion on the vests Dash wears and having all women wear them, Silk says they couldn't hold her in, I had to look at myself, well I wasn't less than a mouthful but I was not so over abundant I had to worry about that, I guess you could say they fill a hand nicely. Cana had her concerns to, though personally I think she would look perfect in them, but that is my thought, now they spoke of paints and other things as well, now you know I have something for her, to as I told her play with. I think she might find it rather fun, and I would bet her mate would to. I think I shall surprise her with it, perhaps as a gift. I would have to keep in mind that we will begin a conservation of water. The men spoke of the need for it and I will make sure that any extra I have is shared with others.
But you know a perfectly good night is often ruined by men and their slaves. For the most part I ignore most of them, only a few have I really wanted to harm, granted I do threaten a few with the removal of their eyes and tongues, but truth be told I have nod done such in a good many turnings, in fact I don't recall the last time I did just for the fun of it. And yes there is that blood thirsty part of me that would enjoy such, and I have not killed any since the night the Ubar asked me to and remove the liver. So did it irritate the hell out of me that Ayguili's little girl served and spoke to others and blatantly ignored me, of course it did I am a free woman and more importantly I am a person with thoughts and feelings. So did I comment on it, damn right I did, and low and behold he turned his arrogance on me, unfortunately for him that does not impress me nor intimidate me, it merely shows me what is within him the man. And what rules and guides him,He ordered her to stay away from me, the pure audacity of that just flabbergasted me, why because I nailed his ass on her behavior once before, but his memory seems to be clouded with thoughts from the little head and not the big head,men are stupid when it comes to slaves and he has proven that to me a second time. You only slap me twice, there will not be a third time and the only reason she is not slit from navel to nose over it, is because it is his fault. The big oaf, he forgets that I spoke as I did because his little barbarian slut who is not even tuchuk, is that not irony from someone who makes a big deal out of full blooded tuchuck, any way, she had blatantly ignored me and not greeted, now see I expect a lot of out slaves, I trained enough, hell I know every little detail of their life up close and personal so when I see that they no longer follow certain protocols, damn straight I will open my mouth, but as it goes he seems to have changed in his mind what really happened. I suppose it justifies his own actions. After all it is too much to expect from a man to understand or try to understand thoughts and reactions.
I thought for a moment to argue it with him and correct him, but I did not, it was not worth it, he had shown me that his slave is more important that a free woman of the tribe, one he had called friend, but I guess that has fallen to the wayside because once Garyx died I joined the ranks of the osts, so that doesn't warrant much does it. It does not matter what others may think or say, there is only the perception of two people who have reached an impasse.
I admit I am as ticked at him as I can be at a man. But I think I am more disappointed. It is a good thing that the young ones are pursuing him and others, they are more easily molded and controlled, something I will never be, I will always tell you where the sun rises and sets and just what you can do with it.
I could just cheerfully punch him in the nose and break it. The bosk ass.
I rode along side a few for a while, listening to them talk, sometimes I got lost in the conversation as I felt my thoughts being pulled to the silence that feathers along the edge of life. Then I was drawn back to those about me, I noticed the interest one has of another, it was surprising, and I am not sure if it is something that is fated or not, only time will tell the nature of it. I listened to the aspirations and curiosity of another, once more we found our selves camping for the night. I helped prepare the meal and other things that would keep my hands busy and my mind, Fonce joined us and he looked as if he was ready to fall asleep where he stood, I spoke to him for a moment and offered him some black wine, in truth I was shocked he took it I have often seen him refuse such offers before from people, no doubt he was tired.
We all gathered to eat and relax for a while, and share various thoughts, humor and other things. A young warrior joined us named Ogedaii, he is a sleen handler, well he has earned the name of the Sleen Man. I think he will be stuck with it. He and Silk teased each other back and forth, and Silk and Ayguili well, I am not sure what to say there, exchanges there are filled with meaning I think. But it is one of those things I wisely stayed out of. This was a night of shocks as well, Silk in a skirt. Skirts are common on the plains, but on Silk, hell I don't think I have ever seen one on her before, and the men I think we should have had rep cloths to wipe away the drool. She caused quite a stir, not that I would say in a bad way, but still she shocked the men. She looked good in a skirt, though it made me glad I did not wear them. I don't like that kind of attention, the reasons not important, but I am not comfortable with that not that I ever garnered such. Silk has a sensual exotic look that men trip over to glimpse, she thinks she is no longer as she terms it hot. But if she could see she would know that they find her attractive.
My sister also was able to command attention like that, I never quite figured it out, I think perhaps because I was often out doing clan things and riding, I never perfected that part of me, and I am rather small in stature and I do not have huge boobs like her and my ass is not as curved as Dashes, I am rather simply put together. And very flawed. Ba'atar teased me about being in a skirt and he would like to see that, I warned him not to hold his breath. I rarely wear them. Why do they think not wearing skirts makes a woman less of a woman, does wearing one change me? I did not think so. I look the same no matter what I wear.
I have added a few scars to my body and on men they add character on women they seem to make us less attractive. But none the less, I think she should do it more often. They teased her about it and when she left she earned a few names. There was some good natured teasing and some of course held the flavor of sexuality, no surprise, we are all tuchuk. We aren't known to be tepid or timid in any aspect of our lives.
Now that lead to a discussion on the vests Dash wears and having all women wear them, Silk says they couldn't hold her in, I had to look at myself, well I wasn't less than a mouthful but I was not so over abundant I had to worry about that, I guess you could say they fill a hand nicely. Cana had her concerns to, though personally I think she would look perfect in them, but that is my thought, now they spoke of paints and other things as well, now you know I have something for her, to as I told her play with. I think she might find it rather fun, and I would bet her mate would to. I think I shall surprise her with it, perhaps as a gift. I would have to keep in mind that we will begin a conservation of water. The men spoke of the need for it and I will make sure that any extra I have is shared with others.
But you know a perfectly good night is often ruined by men and their slaves. For the most part I ignore most of them, only a few have I really wanted to harm, granted I do threaten a few with the removal of their eyes and tongues, but truth be told I have nod done such in a good many turnings, in fact I don't recall the last time I did just for the fun of it. And yes there is that blood thirsty part of me that would enjoy such, and I have not killed any since the night the Ubar asked me to and remove the liver. So did it irritate the hell out of me that Ayguili's little girl served and spoke to others and blatantly ignored me, of course it did I am a free woman and more importantly I am a person with thoughts and feelings. So did I comment on it, damn right I did, and low and behold he turned his arrogance on me, unfortunately for him that does not impress me nor intimidate me, it merely shows me what is within him the man. And what rules and guides him,He ordered her to stay away from me, the pure audacity of that just flabbergasted me, why because I nailed his ass on her behavior once before, but his memory seems to be clouded with thoughts from the little head and not the big head,men are stupid when it comes to slaves and he has proven that to me a second time. You only slap me twice, there will not be a third time and the only reason she is not slit from navel to nose over it, is because it is his fault. The big oaf, he forgets that I spoke as I did because his little barbarian slut who is not even tuchuk, is that not irony from someone who makes a big deal out of full blooded tuchuck, any way, she had blatantly ignored me and not greeted, now see I expect a lot of out slaves, I trained enough, hell I know every little detail of their life up close and personal so when I see that they no longer follow certain protocols, damn straight I will open my mouth, but as it goes he seems to have changed in his mind what really happened. I suppose it justifies his own actions. After all it is too much to expect from a man to understand or try to understand thoughts and reactions.
I thought for a moment to argue it with him and correct him, but I did not, it was not worth it, he had shown me that his slave is more important that a free woman of the tribe, one he had called friend, but I guess that has fallen to the wayside because once Garyx died I joined the ranks of the osts, so that doesn't warrant much does it. It does not matter what others may think or say, there is only the perception of two people who have reached an impasse.
I admit I am as ticked at him as I can be at a man. But I think I am more disappointed. It is a good thing that the young ones are pursuing him and others, they are more easily molded and controlled, something I will never be, I will always tell you where the sun rises and sets and just what you can do with it.
I could just cheerfully punch him in the nose and break it. The bosk ass.
