Some days are diamonds, some days are stones. Then there are those that just get off to a rocky start, like this one.
The baby was changed and fed, then lulled back to sleep before she stepped out to start her day. The first thing on her mind was to pack Ba'atar's saddlebags for his day on patrol. She was a bit chagrinned to find out his had already been done by his mother. Did the woman ever sleep? She added a few items of her own, mainly a couple of honey cakes that she had made the previous day, then hung them back up on the peg where he kept them. For the briefest of moments, she considered just putting a small piece of rence in them with a note on it, but she had no idea if he read or not. Probably not.
Going into the supply wagon, her intent was to fix herself a cup of tea. Or it would have been, had she been able to find the tea tin. Nothing was where she normally kept it, which caused her to grumble. Finally she stepped out onto the platform and called to juneau, asking her what had happened to the tea. The girl looked a bit nervous, then slipped past her into the wagon, rummaged around and pulled the tin from the back of the cupboard, and offered to make the tea for her. Why in the name of skies did you move it? The girl looked almost frightened and whispered softly that she did not move it, that Master Ba'atar's mother had rearranged the supply wagon. Her brow creased into a frown, but she says nothing more, just bids the girl to make her tea.
While the tea brewed, she had juneau to find her the side of smoked tarsk. She was slicing it, laying strips into a pan when Tug ran up, throwing his arms around her in a fierce hug. Picking him up,she grunted and told him that he was getting big, which delighted him to no end. He rubbed his belly and told her that because he "eated" good. She laughed and told him that his morning meal would be ready soon, and he could eat. Squirming, he told her that Birmmah had already fed him, and made him bathe. Skies, the Central Fire was barely over the horizon, and the woman had already fed her family then come here to cook? When did the woman sleep? Putting Tug down, he ran to Rook's wagon, poked his head in the flaps, then disappeared inside the wagon. All she could do was shake her head.
She went back to the tarsk strips. At the very least, she could make a meal for herself and Ba'atar. She was in the process of breaking vulo eggs into a bowl when Birmmah walked up, asking what she was doing. Looking up, she smiled and told her that she was making the morning meal for Ba'atar. The woman actually reached to take the eggs from her. I will make it. She came so very close to saying something, but didn't. There would have to be adjustments made. As much as she adored this woman, they were going to have to come to an understanding about something, but she just was not sure yet how to approach the subject, but it would come to her.
Ba'atar stepped out of the wagon, blinking at the light, then hopped off the platform, moved to kiss his mother's cheek, and grinned. Tarks and eggs, my favorite. Thank you wench for making it for me. She looked to the heavy tea mug in her hand, and couldn't decided if she wanted to throw it at Birmmah, or Ba'atar. Not able to make that decision, she simply leans against the wagon, and sips. She found a bit of amusement in it all. It seems that Birmmah is having time letting go of her eldest son. They would have to work on that.
Ba'atar came to wrap his arms around her, nuzzled her neck and whispered. Soon my fiery wench, you will learn my favorite foods. Was it bad form to knee your mate in the groin? Probably so. Returning his kiss, she smiles and says.........of course I will. He laughed, then spoke softly to her. But you do other things so very well. This was punctuated by a firm slap to her bottom. He released her then went to lower down to the furs, and his mother served him his meal.
As she watched, there was already a plan forming in her devious little mind. We will have to see if it works.
The baby was changed and fed, then lulled back to sleep before she stepped out to start her day. The first thing on her mind was to pack Ba'atar's saddlebags for his day on patrol. She was a bit chagrinned to find out his had already been done by his mother. Did the woman ever sleep? She added a few items of her own, mainly a couple of honey cakes that she had made the previous day, then hung them back up on the peg where he kept them. For the briefest of moments, she considered just putting a small piece of rence in them with a note on it, but she had no idea if he read or not. Probably not.
Going into the supply wagon, her intent was to fix herself a cup of tea. Or it would have been, had she been able to find the tea tin. Nothing was where she normally kept it, which caused her to grumble. Finally she stepped out onto the platform and called to juneau, asking her what had happened to the tea. The girl looked a bit nervous, then slipped past her into the wagon, rummaged around and pulled the tin from the back of the cupboard, and offered to make the tea for her. Why in the name of skies did you move it? The girl looked almost frightened and whispered softly that she did not move it, that Master Ba'atar's mother had rearranged the supply wagon. Her brow creased into a frown, but she says nothing more, just bids the girl to make her tea.
While the tea brewed, she had juneau to find her the side of smoked tarsk. She was slicing it, laying strips into a pan when Tug ran up, throwing his arms around her in a fierce hug. Picking him up,she grunted and told him that he was getting big, which delighted him to no end. He rubbed his belly and told her that because he "eated" good. She laughed and told him that his morning meal would be ready soon, and he could eat. Squirming, he told her that Birmmah had already fed him, and made him bathe. Skies, the Central Fire was barely over the horizon, and the woman had already fed her family then come here to cook? When did the woman sleep? Putting Tug down, he ran to Rook's wagon, poked his head in the flaps, then disappeared inside the wagon. All she could do was shake her head.
She went back to the tarsk strips. At the very least, she could make a meal for herself and Ba'atar. She was in the process of breaking vulo eggs into a bowl when Birmmah walked up, asking what she was doing. Looking up, she smiled and told her that she was making the morning meal for Ba'atar. The woman actually reached to take the eggs from her. I will make it. She came so very close to saying something, but didn't. There would have to be adjustments made. As much as she adored this woman, they were going to have to come to an understanding about something, but she just was not sure yet how to approach the subject, but it would come to her.
Ba'atar stepped out of the wagon, blinking at the light, then hopped off the platform, moved to kiss his mother's cheek, and grinned. Tarks and eggs, my favorite. Thank you wench for making it for me. She looked to the heavy tea mug in her hand, and couldn't decided if she wanted to throw it at Birmmah, or Ba'atar. Not able to make that decision, she simply leans against the wagon, and sips. She found a bit of amusement in it all. It seems that Birmmah is having time letting go of her eldest son. They would have to work on that.
Ba'atar came to wrap his arms around her, nuzzled her neck and whispered. Soon my fiery wench, you will learn my favorite foods. Was it bad form to knee your mate in the groin? Probably so. Returning his kiss, she smiles and says.........of course I will. He laughed, then spoke softly to her. But you do other things so very well. This was punctuated by a firm slap to her bottom. He released her then went to lower down to the furs, and his mother served him his meal.
As she watched, there was already a plan forming in her devious little mind. We will have to see if it works.
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