When her eyes fluttered open in the still gray ahn of the morning, she was so tired she could not move, even though she knew that she must. Sitting up slowly she groaned at how her body protested and did not want to cooperate. She did not have time for this, there was just too much left to do. Dressing took a bit longer, and she had stuck her head out of the flaps, to find juneau there on the steps as usual, and asked for tea. When the girl returned, she sipped the tea and let her braid her hair. When all was finished she stepped out onto the platform, only to be met by Rook, who pointed for her to sit. He had it in his head, that she was going to take it easier today, and as bad as she was feeling she did not argue too much. He called for more tea and sat down beside her, and finally asked her if she was in a better mood, and if she wanted to talk about what was on her mind.
What was troubling her.
Well, now that was a hard question to answer, for she had an entirely new set of things on her mind this day. He did not press, and finally she began to talk, telling him of what happened at the stream a few nights back, how it upset her and how, in her view, her mate had disrespected her in the worst way. He listened and offered his wisdom, reminding her that Ba'atar was young, he was a warrior, and he had never had a mate before that he had to respect. She understood all of this, but how was he to know what he had done was wrong, and how badly it hurt her, if she did not tell him? The man nodded, but advised her to be calm when she did such, not to bring it up in the heat of an argument. Well, that really helped, because the way she figured it, bringing it up at all was going to start an argument, because her mate his this stubborn streak, and did not realize that he was not always right in all that he said or did. The old warrior simply shrugged, and told her to choose her words well.
This was troubling. How could she make him see, and keep her neck out of a collar?
Again they sit in silence for a time before he asked what else was on her mind. Sipping her tea, she began to speak to him of the events of the previous night. It was all like a double-edged quiva. Was she glad to see Polunu back? Yes, she just did not understand how he walked away from his command and a pregnant mate to be gone so long. She was not sure if he left in search of Sakmeta, or if he left for other reasons. All she knew was, that he left, and that was troubling to her. She had seen what had happened to men that had done that in the past. She had seem them publicly humiliated and flogged before the tribe, she had heard the edicts of Fonce, concerning another, that if he ever was found on Tuchuk lands again, he was to be chained and brought to trial for treason. All of these things were weighing heavy on her heart and mind. Then there was the fact that he was injured, which was troubling in itself.
Kassar, near their herds, was troubling. Whether it was many, or just a few, they were still Kassar, and she hated them for what they have taken from her in the past, and will never get over it. Yes, Kassar being near, troubled her.
Then there was Sakmeta. What could you say about her? In the past, she had tried so hard to guide her as a favor to Fonce, but to no avail. It was like trying to cage a rabid sleen. She took offense to anything anyone tried to do for her, or to advise her about, lashing out with her viperous tongue and not listening. She had always tried to lay it at the feet of the woman being very young, not much more than a child in many ways, and to the fact that someone, somewhere along the line had failed to instill in her the concept of respect. Respect for those that had walked the path before you, respect for those that were only trying to save you from pain, simple respect for another human being. She had been gone, long before they left the northern pastures last season, and now she was back. Was she drug back by the salt hunter? She says not. She vowed that she came of her own will, but that is yet to be seen, and it is yet to be seen if she has matured and changed any. If her actions at the fire last evening was any indication, it didn't seem so. Any woman of the Tribe knows that if any warrior tells her to do something, she does it, especially in a situation where everyone is excited, and there is talk of raiders on their lands.
The thought of what might happen to Sakmeta, was troubling. Did she expect to return as if she had never been gone? Did she think she would be welcomed back with nary a question? Troubling.
And then there was Bo. What could she say about him and his actions last evening? She had a great deal of respect and affection for Bosephus. He had been very good to her in the past and had taken very good care of her. But, his actions last night confused and hurt her deeply. He came back, after being gone for a very long time, right in the middle of a situation that he knew nothing about, and released a woman that was chained to a wagon without asking why? Then his total, arrogant disregard for Ba'atar troubled her greatly. His comments about over zealous warriors, and his ignoring of the man that sat on the gray furs, also troubled her greatly. She truly liked the man, but Ba'atar was her mate, a man that she loved with all of her heart, and her loyalty to him would never falter. She was greatly disappointed in him.
This troubled her.
Once she got started, many things were on her mind.
Fonce had disappeared...........Troubling.
Shi had dumped expensive blackwine and sugar on the ground along with the cream, which dishonored the bosk that gave it, all to make some sort of vague point with a slave..............Troubling
The old Oralu finally lifted his hands in surrender and told her............Enough! For some odd reason, she felt better, and added one more little thing........
Someone keeping me from all of the work I have to do today...................Troubling!
What was troubling her.
Well, now that was a hard question to answer, for she had an entirely new set of things on her mind this day. He did not press, and finally she began to talk, telling him of what happened at the stream a few nights back, how it upset her and how, in her view, her mate had disrespected her in the worst way. He listened and offered his wisdom, reminding her that Ba'atar was young, he was a warrior, and he had never had a mate before that he had to respect. She understood all of this, but how was he to know what he had done was wrong, and how badly it hurt her, if she did not tell him? The man nodded, but advised her to be calm when she did such, not to bring it up in the heat of an argument. Well, that really helped, because the way she figured it, bringing it up at all was going to start an argument, because her mate his this stubborn streak, and did not realize that he was not always right in all that he said or did. The old warrior simply shrugged, and told her to choose her words well.
This was troubling. How could she make him see, and keep her neck out of a collar?
Again they sit in silence for a time before he asked what else was on her mind. Sipping her tea, she began to speak to him of the events of the previous night. It was all like a double-edged quiva. Was she glad to see Polunu back? Yes, she just did not understand how he walked away from his command and a pregnant mate to be gone so long. She was not sure if he left in search of Sakmeta, or if he left for other reasons. All she knew was, that he left, and that was troubling to her. She had seen what had happened to men that had done that in the past. She had seem them publicly humiliated and flogged before the tribe, she had heard the edicts of Fonce, concerning another, that if he ever was found on Tuchuk lands again, he was to be chained and brought to trial for treason. All of these things were weighing heavy on her heart and mind. Then there was the fact that he was injured, which was troubling in itself.
Kassar, near their herds, was troubling. Whether it was many, or just a few, they were still Kassar, and she hated them for what they have taken from her in the past, and will never get over it. Yes, Kassar being near, troubled her.
Then there was Sakmeta. What could you say about her? In the past, she had tried so hard to guide her as a favor to Fonce, but to no avail. It was like trying to cage a rabid sleen. She took offense to anything anyone tried to do for her, or to advise her about, lashing out with her viperous tongue and not listening. She had always tried to lay it at the feet of the woman being very young, not much more than a child in many ways, and to the fact that someone, somewhere along the line had failed to instill in her the concept of respect. Respect for those that had walked the path before you, respect for those that were only trying to save you from pain, simple respect for another human being. She had been gone, long before they left the northern pastures last season, and now she was back. Was she drug back by the salt hunter? She says not. She vowed that she came of her own will, but that is yet to be seen, and it is yet to be seen if she has matured and changed any. If her actions at the fire last evening was any indication, it didn't seem so. Any woman of the Tribe knows that if any warrior tells her to do something, she does it, especially in a situation where everyone is excited, and there is talk of raiders on their lands.
The thought of what might happen to Sakmeta, was troubling. Did she expect to return as if she had never been gone? Did she think she would be welcomed back with nary a question? Troubling.
And then there was Bo. What could she say about him and his actions last evening? She had a great deal of respect and affection for Bosephus. He had been very good to her in the past and had taken very good care of her. But, his actions last night confused and hurt her deeply. He came back, after being gone for a very long time, right in the middle of a situation that he knew nothing about, and released a woman that was chained to a wagon without asking why? Then his total, arrogant disregard for Ba'atar troubled her greatly. His comments about over zealous warriors, and his ignoring of the man that sat on the gray furs, also troubled her greatly. She truly liked the man, but Ba'atar was her mate, a man that she loved with all of her heart, and her loyalty to him would never falter. She was greatly disappointed in him.
This troubled her.
Once she got started, many things were on her mind.
Fonce had disappeared...........Troubling.
Shi had dumped expensive blackwine and sugar on the ground along with the cream, which dishonored the bosk that gave it, all to make some sort of vague point with a slave..............Troubling
The old Oralu finally lifted his hands in surrender and told her............Enough! For some odd reason, she felt better, and added one more little thing........
Someone keeping me from all of the work I have to do today...................Troubling!
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