When she awoke this day, in some ways she felt better. The wave of sickness that chased her from her wagon to the trenches, was a mixture of stress and being with child, most probably. Returning to her wagon, she again noticed the activity around them. The mates of her brothers working with the slave to see that things got done. There was blue, making herself useful, and she even saw a flash of sleen basting the roasting meats. They were a people that took care of one another, and it was never more evident than this morning.
Stepping back up into her wagon, she was going through a box of keepsakes when she thought of the previous evening of hearing the soft tones of raven's voice then seeing her hand slip a mug of warmed wine past the edge of the flaps. Sometimes it was amazing to her the care that the girl took with everyone. The way that she had of bringing brightness to their world. That way she had of doing just the right thing.
She finally found what she was looking for, and turned it over and over in her hands. It was a hair decoration that had been given to her long ago, one that she rarely wore. She was not one that gave over to vanity, and the piece was more ornate than she usually wore. There was something meandering through her thoughts, and this would be perfect for what she needed.
Stepping out onto the platform, she looked around until she saw Rook. Approaching him, her voice was soft as she told him that she wished to go to the forge fires of her brother Enos. His old brow lifted as he turned his dark gaze down to her, but he nodded. As they walked through the lanes of wagons, people did stare, a few offered words of condolence, to which she tried to smile and nod. He watched her carefully for any signs that it was too much. He had been close enough to hear those last words she had whispered to Loch, and this made him doubly concerned for her well-being.
When she approached the forge, Enos had come out, untying the leather apron he wore, tossing it to a slave. Taking her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head and asked how she was holding up. Looking up at him, her hazel eyes would tell much, but she simply spoke softly. "I am an Aaralyn and a Tuchuk. I hold up very well, Brother." He grunted, and release her.
This is when she handing him the piece of jewelry, and told him what she wanted. He was not exactly pleased, for it was a nice piece and he felt it odd she wished to have it melted down, but she was adamant about it. Kneeling down, she brushed away some pebbles to clear a place on the ground, then took out her quiva and carved into the dirt a very rough sketch of what she wanted. Squatting beside hr, he watched, then got the jist of what she wanted, and asked one final time if she was sure, and she nodded. He told her that it would be ready the next day, if he had to work on it all night. Again she hugged him, kissed his cheek then stood.
Rook had watched it all, curious himself, but he said nothing. As they walked back, he would slip a glance to her from time to time, taking in how she held her head up, the stubborn tilt to her chin. He slid an arm around her shoulders, and spoke love. "I have pride in you." Her lip quivered, but she nodded and said nothing.
Stepping back up into her wagon, she was going through a box of keepsakes when she thought of the previous evening of hearing the soft tones of raven's voice then seeing her hand slip a mug of warmed wine past the edge of the flaps. Sometimes it was amazing to her the care that the girl took with everyone. The way that she had of bringing brightness to their world. That way she had of doing just the right thing.
She finally found what she was looking for, and turned it over and over in her hands. It was a hair decoration that had been given to her long ago, one that she rarely wore. She was not one that gave over to vanity, and the piece was more ornate than she usually wore. There was something meandering through her thoughts, and this would be perfect for what she needed.
Stepping out onto the platform, she looked around until she saw Rook. Approaching him, her voice was soft as she told him that she wished to go to the forge fires of her brother Enos. His old brow lifted as he turned his dark gaze down to her, but he nodded. As they walked through the lanes of wagons, people did stare, a few offered words of condolence, to which she tried to smile and nod. He watched her carefully for any signs that it was too much. He had been close enough to hear those last words she had whispered to Loch, and this made him doubly concerned for her well-being.
When she approached the forge, Enos had come out, untying the leather apron he wore, tossing it to a slave. Taking her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head and asked how she was holding up. Looking up at him, her hazel eyes would tell much, but she simply spoke softly. "I am an Aaralyn and a Tuchuk. I hold up very well, Brother." He grunted, and release her.
This is when she handing him the piece of jewelry, and told him what she wanted. He was not exactly pleased, for it was a nice piece and he felt it odd she wished to have it melted down, but she was adamant about it. Kneeling down, she brushed away some pebbles to clear a place on the ground, then took out her quiva and carved into the dirt a very rough sketch of what she wanted. Squatting beside hr, he watched, then got the jist of what she wanted, and asked one final time if she was sure, and she nodded. He told her that it would be ready the next day, if he had to work on it all night. Again she hugged him, kissed his cheek then stood.
Rook had watched it all, curious himself, but he said nothing. As they walked back, he would slip a glance to her from time to time, taking in how she held her head up, the stubborn tilt to her chin. He slid an arm around her shoulders, and spoke love. "I have pride in you." Her lip quivered, but she nodded and said nothing.
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