Uneasy

The cold was getting to her. The first day on the trail, she had ridden most of the day, but today she had stayed in the wagon, huddled by the brazier. Unfortunately, she had made Tug stay with her. A small child, cooped up in a wagon all day, is tiring.


And, she was concerned. When the wagons had began to pull out of the northern camp, she had noticed that the wagons of Garyx and Tarra did not pull out with them. At the time, she had just thought that they would fall in father back in the line. This was not so. She had heard rumblings today, gossip from the slaves, that most of the spex had stayed behind. This unsettled her. Could she have stayed behind with Garyx and Tarra? No. It would not have even seemed like an option to her.
For all of her life, she moved with the tribe, with her people, and this time would have been no different. Rook had told her not to worry, but as she studied his face, he too seemed ill at ease.


Did he tell her not to worry because of her condition, or did he truly think there was nothing to worry about. Then, later in the day, she had heard that Silken had not come either. What in the name of the plains was going on? Trouble with wagons? Bosk chyt. Silken had been making this move for a whole lot longer than she had, and her wagons were not ready?


These people had been a part of her life for so long, that she was feeling set adrift. Why was that? How could she feel so lonely among thousands of people, millions of bosk? When they had stopped for the evening and made camp, there was no one, other than a few slaves around the fires. She pondered the fact that she had not seen Kam either, but had assumed that he was out scouting. Tomorrow she would seek him out, or find out where he was.


She missed the laughter, the banter, the conversations that were the norm around the fires during the move. It was not here. Actually, she chided herself, tried to talk herself into thinking her unease was simply a part of her condition, and there was noting wrong at all. But there was.


She was feeling lonely and vulnerable. Not feelings that she liked.