We have stopped to rest for a while, extensive repairs are needed and everyone is pushed to the brink of mental loopiness from the exhaustion that clings to every one of us. We crossed over the water, now that was a first, I don't recall ever seeing that manner of traveling over the plains, Eclipse was not to found of treading water but we made it across.
I was sitting by the fires contemplating if I wanted to eat of if I was just to tired to really get up and get anything, I think chewing was too much of an effort, it was taking much for me just to drink the black wine. Seveya joined me and she expressed her frustrations on how some treated her, she did not go into who had done what but offered a few different situations. I explained to her that for many, particularly men, they did not really know how to handle her, she was still yet considered a child without the nose ring and yet stood on the threshold of woman hood. It is a difficult place to stand, I suggested she have patience with the warriors. I do not think they question her intelligence it is just her state of being in between that can leave them cautious. They are taught what it means to have the ring and what it means not to, they will of course be careful sometimes to the point of were it may be awkward or uncomfortable, she should just remain herself, and continue to learn and work to become made part of the first wagons. It could be worse she could be a prospect from outside of the tribe and then that is when there are no holds barred. All will come in time. Patience is a good thing, but also the hardest thing to learn at this age.
She asked of my past, what have I done? I almost answered what haven't I done, as there is very little I have not tried or done. But instead I asked if she had a question in particular. So she asked, a spoon or a pot. I had to laugh and I answered honestly. Neither. My hand works pretty darn good, nothing like a slap across the head or backside to get someone's attention.
I am rather good with just my hands, I can lay a mean smack along side the head ,as my children can attest to, but I learned that from old Nasatai, that old spex backhanded my head so hard I thought my head would spin, and I learned how to do that too. She spoke of not being able to do that, I do not think she realizes that it doesn't take strength, just the right connection, but then I can add a bit more behind that smack that she could not. My father used to do the same and every now and then he will still do it out of the blue, and I have to ask what it was for only to find out it was from something he just happened to remember from some time ago, talk about a delayed reaction.
I do not think she realizes just how small I am, as I got the impression she might think that I would punch someone, well, okay I might, yea I would with the right provocation, I had brothers to teach me how to take care of myself and fight, they taught me how to not hit like a girl, and did I like those lessons, oh yes I did, I loved those practice sessions, though I had my butt handed to me more times than I could count, it was just the fact of learning that I found exciting, and it was something I could use that was unsuspecting, most expect a woman to be unable to land a few good blows, but they taught me where to strike, how and when along with how to knock someone off balance. Now would I do this routinely not on your life, but for self defense or protection of others damn straight I would not hesitate. And not to mention is sure can be fun with a warrior, but only with one that is your mate or intended mate. It can lead to some rather interesting situations and positions.
I get the impression at times that while so many are around me they seem to think me rather tall and big, I am shorter than my father even and he is not a tall man. I am curvy but yet I am slender and toned from all the walking and work I do,not skinny but there is no fat upon my body either, if I were to stand next to Fonce, Ba'atar and Ayguili, I do not think I even come up to their chest. I might be petite but I am one heck of a power house dynamo. I have more fire and energy that some half my age. Perhaps that is why many do not realize that I am older than they think, I do not think poor Silk has yet recovered from the fact she is younger.
Maybe next time I will go for a younger mate, I have to laugh at the absurdity of that. I have no intention of walking done that path again. Maybe I will just go and trade for a male slave. No, that wouldn't work for me either, I can't stand a submissive man.
You just cant beat an arrogant, bold tuchuk warrior. Even if they are a royal pain, we sure wouldn't want them to change, infuriating as they are. They are definitely men in every sense of the word.
I was sitting by the fires contemplating if I wanted to eat of if I was just to tired to really get up and get anything, I think chewing was too much of an effort, it was taking much for me just to drink the black wine. Seveya joined me and she expressed her frustrations on how some treated her, she did not go into who had done what but offered a few different situations. I explained to her that for many, particularly men, they did not really know how to handle her, she was still yet considered a child without the nose ring and yet stood on the threshold of woman hood. It is a difficult place to stand, I suggested she have patience with the warriors. I do not think they question her intelligence it is just her state of being in between that can leave them cautious. They are taught what it means to have the ring and what it means not to, they will of course be careful sometimes to the point of were it may be awkward or uncomfortable, she should just remain herself, and continue to learn and work to become made part of the first wagons. It could be worse she could be a prospect from outside of the tribe and then that is when there are no holds barred. All will come in time. Patience is a good thing, but also the hardest thing to learn at this age.
She asked of my past, what have I done? I almost answered what haven't I done, as there is very little I have not tried or done. But instead I asked if she had a question in particular. So she asked, a spoon or a pot. I had to laugh and I answered honestly. Neither. My hand works pretty darn good, nothing like a slap across the head or backside to get someone's attention.
I am rather good with just my hands, I can lay a mean smack along side the head ,as my children can attest to, but I learned that from old Nasatai, that old spex backhanded my head so hard I thought my head would spin, and I learned how to do that too. She spoke of not being able to do that, I do not think she realizes that it doesn't take strength, just the right connection, but then I can add a bit more behind that smack that she could not. My father used to do the same and every now and then he will still do it out of the blue, and I have to ask what it was for only to find out it was from something he just happened to remember from some time ago, talk about a delayed reaction.
I do not think she realizes just how small I am, as I got the impression she might think that I would punch someone, well, okay I might, yea I would with the right provocation, I had brothers to teach me how to take care of myself and fight, they taught me how to not hit like a girl, and did I like those lessons, oh yes I did, I loved those practice sessions, though I had my butt handed to me more times than I could count, it was just the fact of learning that I found exciting, and it was something I could use that was unsuspecting, most expect a woman to be unable to land a few good blows, but they taught me where to strike, how and when along with how to knock someone off balance. Now would I do this routinely not on your life, but for self defense or protection of others damn straight I would not hesitate. And not to mention is sure can be fun with a warrior, but only with one that is your mate or intended mate. It can lead to some rather interesting situations and positions.
I get the impression at times that while so many are around me they seem to think me rather tall and big, I am shorter than my father even and he is not a tall man. I am curvy but yet I am slender and toned from all the walking and work I do,not skinny but there is no fat upon my body either, if I were to stand next to Fonce, Ba'atar and Ayguili, I do not think I even come up to their chest. I might be petite but I am one heck of a power house dynamo. I have more fire and energy that some half my age. Perhaps that is why many do not realize that I am older than they think, I do not think poor Silk has yet recovered from the fact she is younger.
Maybe next time I will go for a younger mate, I have to laugh at the absurdity of that. I have no intention of walking done that path again. Maybe I will just go and trade for a male slave. No, that wouldn't work for me either, I can't stand a submissive man.
You just cant beat an arrogant, bold tuchuk warrior. Even if they are a royal pain, we sure wouldn't want them to change, infuriating as they are. They are definitely men in every sense of the word.
