The tabuk, a story shared

Once more the wagons writhe and groan as they move across the plains, we will be home soon, you can feel it in the air and within the people. Though very tired there is almost a increase in energy and a sudden adrenaline rush as we know we are almost there.

I sit with my usual black wine early in the morning long before the skies can fade from the deep comfort of black with an arraignment of shimmering diamonds into the muted colors of lavender and apricot that bleed into each other.

I think back to a few days ago. I had been sitting with Seveya at the fires when Fonce joined us with what was left of a now dead tabuk. I have noticed that she is a bit taken with Fonce,and I know she is frustrated because she does not have a ring. Now I have noticed the interest of the younger women in various warriors, I do not tell them to go for it or not to go for it. Though there are a few that if they asked I would redirect them from these two warriors not because the warriors are not worth the time, but because they do not even know what life is let alone deal with the baggage that is carried from the consequence of life, although each think that they could, in truth they could not and they would not be happy. And the more the warriors try to make them see they do not want a mate the more they will try to prove to them they are different, but they are not, they have yet to experience what it is that molds you and makes you different what they feel now will be completely different in five turnings or even ten turnings, not because they plan it, but because that is how life is. That is why it is better to wait and learn of things and see what you finally become, is that to say they should not look and flirt, not at all that is also natural, though I never learned it, I was never good at it, my sisters though they could just look at a man and they would melt, used to just irritate me to no end.

I hope that they first enjoy all life has to offer and not be in a hurry to grow up so fast, once you commit to a relationship it is until one of you no longer breathes, and I am protective of these two because I know of the pain they have felt and seen. Some not first hand but from what has been shared with me. And I am not about to let anyone hurt them.

When Fonce settled with us, he spoke of his first hunt now I was curious of this, naturally. I cant seem to help myself something I have never outgrown, he said it was not all that interesting or even eventful, but see, as I told him, it is about you , it is personal and has meaning. The first hunt of every warrior is meaningful and has importance. At least that is my way of thinking.

To my surprise he shared the details of his hunt and you could tell he left a part out and I had to ask, well, it was a bit off color so to speak well, now that made me even more curious. Now I definitely wanted to know, and he did share about having to take a piss and a shit and don't you know there were some tabuk there, he told the story and well what happened after that, I do not think I will get the image out of my head, now he may not think it of interest but it was, it had surprise and humor in it. Which is just as good as any great adventure or horrific tale.

Now it meant more to me I suppose as it revealed something of him, and it was something he shared of himself a gift in a way. I have known Fonce a long time and yet I hardly know him, there are things I do know of him. But in time who knows what may transpire, for now I enjoyed the moment shared with him and Seveya by the fires, but I did not linger long as I had much yet to do.

And life changes, just as fate would guide Ba'atar in a direction and Ayguili now on a new one.