It was a long night. Rook had been talking with friends of his among the guards when she had stalked up the row of wagons carrying the youngest of the boys. He was familiar with that set of her jaw, which caused one grizzly old brow to arch, but he said nothing, thinking it would be best to keep quiet.
She had gone into the boys wagon and spent time putting them down for the night. One was still wound up from his day and had peppered her with questions, which she had answered as calmly as she could. Finally she had gotten them all settled and was about to step out of the wagon when One piped up....."Get your rest woman, you have work to do in the morning." She refrained herself from going over and just shaking him, but her anger was not at him, but at the one that was teaching him these things. Without a word she stepped out an brushed back past Rook without a word and went to her wagon, stomped up the steps and disappeared inside. One of the girls looked to the old oralu with a questioning lift to her brow, and he just shook his head to let her know that leaving the woman alone right now would probably be prudent.
Soon the sounds of things being thrown around in the wagon was heard, and his head shook, but he was concerned. She only did that when she was angry, or hurt, but never quite with the vigor she was tossing things tonight. Pushing off the side of the wagon and bidding his friends goodnight, he moved to the platform of his own wagon to sit with his mug. He would let the tempest that was storming around in the wagon blow itself out, then he would try to find out what brought this on. He could not understand the mutterings that were coming from behind the flap, and maybe that was best. He was reminded of a saying that his mother had used when he was a green, untested boy, something about a tempest in a teapot. He had been watching this particular teapot simmer for several seasons now, wondering exactly what would happen when it finally reached a full boil. Unfortunately, he feared he was about to find out, and not only him but others.
He thought to the old nickname that Kam had for her, and had a thought that the larl that hid in that tabuk was about to come out. Skies help the one that it directed its' attention to.
She had gone into the boys wagon and spent time putting them down for the night. One was still wound up from his day and had peppered her with questions, which she had answered as calmly as she could. Finally she had gotten them all settled and was about to step out of the wagon when One piped up....."Get your rest woman, you have work to do in the morning." She refrained herself from going over and just shaking him, but her anger was not at him, but at the one that was teaching him these things. Without a word she stepped out an brushed back past Rook without a word and went to her wagon, stomped up the steps and disappeared inside. One of the girls looked to the old oralu with a questioning lift to her brow, and he just shook his head to let her know that leaving the woman alone right now would probably be prudent.
Soon the sounds of things being thrown around in the wagon was heard, and his head shook, but he was concerned. She only did that when she was angry, or hurt, but never quite with the vigor she was tossing things tonight. Pushing off the side of the wagon and bidding his friends goodnight, he moved to the platform of his own wagon to sit with his mug. He would let the tempest that was storming around in the wagon blow itself out, then he would try to find out what brought this on. He could not understand the mutterings that were coming from behind the flap, and maybe that was best. He was reminded of a saying that his mother had used when he was a green, untested boy, something about a tempest in a teapot. He had been watching this particular teapot simmer for several seasons now, wondering exactly what would happen when it finally reached a full boil. Unfortunately, he feared he was about to find out, and not only him but others.
He thought to the old nickname that Kam had for her, and had a thought that the larl that hid in that tabuk was about to come out. Skies help the one that it directed its' attention to.
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