or one little Grandmother
Sweet embrace keep on burning
carry me home to see my kin
singing songs about the plains land
I miss my family once again
I think I've sinned ... yes
(The slaughter of an American Favorite simply for my own pleasure)
Inside the inky darkness there was frenzy, mayhem and chaos to sort through so many emotions and feelings all unfiltered, undiluted. I was sorting through them all in such a worried confused state I could not reach the light and everything on the other side was coming through in snatches of light and sound. Ooooh, cute dimpled butt, long sleek sexy masculine back muscles that I don't remember the name of ... wait .. scratch that. Catch must be thinking of bath boys again. I felt the world jostle like a wagon wheel in a rut then warm comfort. He was carrying me and I would not know it. I would not see the pained look of fear and concern that stretched across his brow nor the demanding strides that made distance from one place in time to another peel itself away beneath his boots.
There would be little idea of the battles being waged outside the state of semi-consciousness. Only time would be able to pick the pieces up and put them together to have any understanding later of how well I was loved and cared for that night in four part harmony. When Ayguili entered the languid atmosphere of Grandmother's wagons the night came alive.
It would be Oren that met him first motioning to my wagon. There he would ease me to my furs though I can vaguely remember the touch of his fingers against my forehead. It was what summoned me from the harried shuffle of putting things where they belonged in the darkness. Through the slit of my eyes as I stirred I could see my grandmother ushering him back toward the flap at pretty much the same time he met one of my bowls as he tried to re-enter the wagon to reach me. The sound of solid impact began to shake the last of the vestiges away. Apparently my brother had come to uphold my honor. I supposed it would have been humorous to hear Ayguili use the same nickname for Pacu as Father did over the years. Dammit!
The last thing I remembered was the man I had grown to like so much .. like like, you know, releasing a tainted breath and the feel of his lungs as he captured new air. And then I left him. Was he alright? Trying to scramble from my furs to see, I met the great barrier wall of .. Grandmother. My voice carried no weight from its resting place far away. I was reaching for him.
Ayguili.
How soft and delicate my Mother sounded in her reassurance that I would be seen to and if there were any change, the warrior would be first to know. "I will stay" He was not going to be deterred and his tone held resonant volume to it. Pacu was still fuming beneath the surface and bowing up for another run at the intruder until he heard his name. I truly wish I had seen the "Oh dung chips" look on my brother's face. It would explain why the next day he kept muttering to himself ... I'm gonna die .. I'm gonna die. Mother may have sent him back to the stream for Fonce' kaiila but I suspect it was a way for him to save face.
Grandmother had dampened and cooled my brow while hearing the rasped explanation from me of what had happened. Could she not understand? I think she did though there was still that furrow across her brow even when she conceded to let him know I was safe and sound and asking for someone. Ayguili did not care how far he had to go to find them, he would get who ever I wanted or needed to speak to. Could you just hear my little Grandmother ask him then who or what was an Ayguili? I wish I could have seen him in that moment and not just heard him stand at his name and acknowledge that he was indeed the one I had asked for. If you think Oren of the verr herders stood aside and let him in, you would be mistaken. She bit his ear when she admonished him as if he were a smooth cheeked boy. He should have come before this .. shouldn't he? She told him she had few breaths left and was not going to waste them by repeating herself .. he would come for a meal. She didn't ask him, she told him he would. He agreed whole hearted and said to let him know when. Undaunted Grandmother simply told him that it depended on whether he was actually going to stand there all night if so then he would be there for morning meal then he could see to the bosk. Sky bless him and his stubborn streak, he said if that was what it took, then so be it.
It is not often that Mother speaks up and even more rare for it to be in opposition to the matriarch of our family. There was a poise and grace to her as she touched his sleeve and said perhaps after he rested and washed up. She was guiding him away from the fires without his even realizing it .. for a moment ... then he dug in his heels.
Wait! She will be alright?
Who?
If I did not know any better I would have sworn I saw mischief brewing in my Grandmother's eyes there.
Mezoo. Can I at the very least look through the flaps at her?
You can see her tomorrow. You have that much patience do you not?
He probably could have picked the woman up and shook her by then and I have to say I was plotting my escape past her calves if I got an opportunity.
Woman, I will wait until the walls of Turia fall down from from old age, if that is how long it takes me to see her beautiful face and to know she is well.
Grandmother and Mother shared this look between them that perhaps only women could translate. It was enough to draw their attention and I could fold the flap back and break the silence.
Ayguili
He was ready to bound up the stairs to the platform when Grandmother stuck her cane across the steps as a barrier. He slid passed her to the side of the wagon and I could reach through the rails to touch his sleeve. The rush of words between us overlapped similar thoughts, similar emotions. Quiet nothings that held so much they leaked the importance in whispered breaths. It was all too hurried before Oren's cane rattled and she cleared her throat.
He bid them farewell for the night then stopped and turned around. How handsome he was in the light of the moons tugging his tunic smooth and straightening his shoulders. He told them he had spoken to Fonce of getting to know me better and that his intentions were honorable. He was now asking the same of them. Not a bad speech for a man with a bruised jaw and a lump on his shin and one to match on the back of his head, don't you think? Oh you could just hear Grandmother about to wind up and set into him again about how late he had brought me home but Mother quietly said that would be nice .. a more appropriate time perhaps .. day light preferably. Grandmother clucked her tongue and had last say ... after he saw to the bosk and then he could spend a day with her.
I sat against the canvas of my wagon holding my hand close to my chest putting the whole night together ... smiling then I heard Grandmother tell Mother before she retired to her wagon.
He seems like a nice boy.
(By the way, there were no aquatic animals harmed or endangered in the creation of this scene.)
Sweet embrace keep on burning
carry me home to see my kin
singing songs about the plains land
I miss my family once again
I think I've sinned ... yes
(The slaughter of an American Favorite simply for my own pleasure)
Inside the inky darkness there was frenzy, mayhem and chaos to sort through so many emotions and feelings all unfiltered, undiluted. I was sorting through them all in such a worried confused state I could not reach the light and everything on the other side was coming through in snatches of light and sound. Ooooh, cute dimpled butt, long sleek sexy masculine back muscles that I don't remember the name of ... wait .. scratch that. Catch must be thinking of bath boys again. I felt the world jostle like a wagon wheel in a rut then warm comfort. He was carrying me and I would not know it. I would not see the pained look of fear and concern that stretched across his brow nor the demanding strides that made distance from one place in time to another peel itself away beneath his boots.
There would be little idea of the battles being waged outside the state of semi-consciousness. Only time would be able to pick the pieces up and put them together to have any understanding later of how well I was loved and cared for that night in four part harmony. When Ayguili entered the languid atmosphere of Grandmother's wagons the night came alive.
It would be Oren that met him first motioning to my wagon. There he would ease me to my furs though I can vaguely remember the touch of his fingers against my forehead. It was what summoned me from the harried shuffle of putting things where they belonged in the darkness. Through the slit of my eyes as I stirred I could see my grandmother ushering him back toward the flap at pretty much the same time he met one of my bowls as he tried to re-enter the wagon to reach me. The sound of solid impact began to shake the last of the vestiges away. Apparently my brother had come to uphold my honor. I supposed it would have been humorous to hear Ayguili use the same nickname for Pacu as Father did over the years. Dammit!
The last thing I remembered was the man I had grown to like so much .. like like, you know, releasing a tainted breath and the feel of his lungs as he captured new air. And then I left him. Was he alright? Trying to scramble from my furs to see, I met the great barrier wall of .. Grandmother. My voice carried no weight from its resting place far away. I was reaching for him.
Ayguili.
How soft and delicate my Mother sounded in her reassurance that I would be seen to and if there were any change, the warrior would be first to know. "I will stay" He was not going to be deterred and his tone held resonant volume to it. Pacu was still fuming beneath the surface and bowing up for another run at the intruder until he heard his name. I truly wish I had seen the "Oh dung chips" look on my brother's face. It would explain why the next day he kept muttering to himself ... I'm gonna die .. I'm gonna die. Mother may have sent him back to the stream for Fonce' kaiila but I suspect it was a way for him to save face.
Grandmother had dampened and cooled my brow while hearing the rasped explanation from me of what had happened. Could she not understand? I think she did though there was still that furrow across her brow even when she conceded to let him know I was safe and sound and asking for someone. Ayguili did not care how far he had to go to find them, he would get who ever I wanted or needed to speak to. Could you just hear my little Grandmother ask him then who or what was an Ayguili? I wish I could have seen him in that moment and not just heard him stand at his name and acknowledge that he was indeed the one I had asked for. If you think Oren of the verr herders stood aside and let him in, you would be mistaken. She bit his ear when she admonished him as if he were a smooth cheeked boy. He should have come before this .. shouldn't he? She told him she had few breaths left and was not going to waste them by repeating herself .. he would come for a meal. She didn't ask him, she told him he would. He agreed whole hearted and said to let him know when. Undaunted Grandmother simply told him that it depended on whether he was actually going to stand there all night if so then he would be there for morning meal then he could see to the bosk. Sky bless him and his stubborn streak, he said if that was what it took, then so be it.
It is not often that Mother speaks up and even more rare for it to be in opposition to the matriarch of our family. There was a poise and grace to her as she touched his sleeve and said perhaps after he rested and washed up. She was guiding him away from the fires without his even realizing it .. for a moment ... then he dug in his heels.
Wait! She will be alright?
Who?
If I did not know any better I would have sworn I saw mischief brewing in my Grandmother's eyes there.
Mezoo. Can I at the very least look through the flaps at her?
You can see her tomorrow. You have that much patience do you not?
He probably could have picked the woman up and shook her by then and I have to say I was plotting my escape past her calves if I got an opportunity.
Woman, I will wait until the walls of Turia fall down from from old age, if that is how long it takes me to see her beautiful face and to know she is well.
Grandmother and Mother shared this look between them that perhaps only women could translate. It was enough to draw their attention and I could fold the flap back and break the silence.
Ayguili
He was ready to bound up the stairs to the platform when Grandmother stuck her cane across the steps as a barrier. He slid passed her to the side of the wagon and I could reach through the rails to touch his sleeve. The rush of words between us overlapped similar thoughts, similar emotions. Quiet nothings that held so much they leaked the importance in whispered breaths. It was all too hurried before Oren's cane rattled and she cleared her throat.
He bid them farewell for the night then stopped and turned around. How handsome he was in the light of the moons tugging his tunic smooth and straightening his shoulders. He told them he had spoken to Fonce of getting to know me better and that his intentions were honorable. He was now asking the same of them. Not a bad speech for a man with a bruised jaw and a lump on his shin and one to match on the back of his head, don't you think? Oh you could just hear Grandmother about to wind up and set into him again about how late he had brought me home but Mother quietly said that would be nice .. a more appropriate time perhaps .. day light preferably. Grandmother clucked her tongue and had last say ... after he saw to the bosk and then he could spend a day with her.
I sat against the canvas of my wagon holding my hand close to my chest putting the whole night together ... smiling then I heard Grandmother tell Mother before she retired to her wagon.
He seems like a nice boy.
(By the way, there were no aquatic animals harmed or endangered in the creation of this scene.)
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