It had been an enjoyable day, in spite of the chill weather. She had spent it at the pens working with the new ebon kaiila she had found, and was joined there first by Leonette, who was amazed as she was by the new beast. She too, could see the remarkable intelligence in the one blue eye. There was something that told them both that the beast was special.
They were joined by Ina and Patch, which proved the perfect opportunity for her to introduce the tyke to the little paint kaiila that she had chosen for him. It was love at first sight, and the beast was automatically dubbed….Mine. There is just something about seeing a child with their first mount that goes straight to her heart. Patch had been set on the foal's back, and she led them around the pen. He was a natural, just as most Tuchuk children are. There was just something in the people of the plains that made them bond with the kaiila, especially that first one.
Watching him, those chubby little legs spread wide over the back of the little beast, brought a funny thought to her. In thinking about it, she realized that there was not a Tuchuk that she knew that was not bowlegged. If you were to watch any warrior standing or walking, you would see that there was that glimmer of day light between his knees. And if you were to peek under the skirts of the women, you would find the same thing. Riding all of your life did that to you. It was just a part of who you were when you were born and raised on the plains.
Later, the thought had come back to her, and she had laughed, realizing that if they had all been born in the cities, they would probably all be a few horts taller, with much straighter legs.
Ain't it great to be Tuchuk?
They were joined by Ina and Patch, which proved the perfect opportunity for her to introduce the tyke to the little paint kaiila that she had chosen for him. It was love at first sight, and the beast was automatically dubbed….Mine. There is just something about seeing a child with their first mount that goes straight to her heart. Patch had been set on the foal's back, and she led them around the pen. He was a natural, just as most Tuchuk children are. There was just something in the people of the plains that made them bond with the kaiila, especially that first one.
Watching him, those chubby little legs spread wide over the back of the little beast, brought a funny thought to her. In thinking about it, she realized that there was not a Tuchuk that she knew that was not bowlegged. If you were to watch any warrior standing or walking, you would see that there was that glimmer of day light between his knees. And if you were to peek under the skirts of the women, you would find the same thing. Riding all of your life did that to you. It was just a part of who you were when you were born and raised on the plains.
Later, the thought had come back to her, and she had laughed, realizing that if they had all been born in the cities, they would probably all be a few horts taller, with much straighter legs.
Ain't it great to be Tuchuk?
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