There was just this irritation in her that she could not do everything herself, but she had became a rather hard task mistress on the slave to make sure things were done to her specifications.
Among the first fires, when a man gets his first scar he is given a wagon by the Ubar. and his first team of bosk to pull it. Up until that first scar, he can own nothing but his weapons and at the most,two kaiila. He cannot court a woman. He can do nothing until he has shown that he is deserving by getting his first scar.
Her duty today was to get a wagon ready for Tengfei. And she did not consider it a duty so much as a pleasure. Perhaps that is why she was so adamant on it being done in a certain way. This could possibly be the wagon he brought his mate home to someday. This wagon might be where his first son is born. With the Sky smiling on him, this wagon would be the first of many.
The wagon was chosen, and Rook was sent to choose the eight bosk that would pull it. Going through the supply wagons, she chose items to go inside, starting with a bundle of soft, warm furs for the man to sleep on. She even found some serviceable chest to go inside for him to store his clothing and personal items in.
There were cooking pots, eating and drinking bowls, utensils, and a small store of staples put into the boxes on the sides of the wagon. Sartana flour, sugar, salt, dried meats and seasonings. She sent juneau back to their wagons for a couple of jars of honey, and a starter for bread that would be kept in a small crock. This was all placed in the food box along with everything else. She had no idea if the man could cook or not, but she had a feeling that he would be able to convince someone to cook for him. One box was left empty for the tools of his trade or weapons to be stored in.
When Rook returned with the bosk, she walked around them nodding her head. There were two bulls and six heifers, a very nice start for his herd. She was pleased and the old Oralu knew it. He laughed and told her that it has been many, many seasons of snow since he got his first wagon and team, but he was not so old that he could not remember the importance of it.
Checking everything once more, she was finally satisfied that the wagon was ready, and all that was left to do, would be for Ba'atar to present it to him.
Walking back to her wagons, her hands rubbed her back, brow furrowing at the twinges she had there that were growing stronger, and increasing in number. Soon, very soon.
Among the first fires, when a man gets his first scar he is given a wagon by the Ubar. and his first team of bosk to pull it. Up until that first scar, he can own nothing but his weapons and at the most,two kaiila. He cannot court a woman. He can do nothing until he has shown that he is deserving by getting his first scar.
Her duty today was to get a wagon ready for Tengfei. And she did not consider it a duty so much as a pleasure. Perhaps that is why she was so adamant on it being done in a certain way. This could possibly be the wagon he brought his mate home to someday. This wagon might be where his first son is born. With the Sky smiling on him, this wagon would be the first of many.
The wagon was chosen, and Rook was sent to choose the eight bosk that would pull it. Going through the supply wagons, she chose items to go inside, starting with a bundle of soft, warm furs for the man to sleep on. She even found some serviceable chest to go inside for him to store his clothing and personal items in.
There were cooking pots, eating and drinking bowls, utensils, and a small store of staples put into the boxes on the sides of the wagon. Sartana flour, sugar, salt, dried meats and seasonings. She sent juneau back to their wagons for a couple of jars of honey, and a starter for bread that would be kept in a small crock. This was all placed in the food box along with everything else. She had no idea if the man could cook or not, but she had a feeling that he would be able to convince someone to cook for him. One box was left empty for the tools of his trade or weapons to be stored in.
When Rook returned with the bosk, she walked around them nodding her head. There were two bulls and six heifers, a very nice start for his herd. She was pleased and the old Oralu knew it. He laughed and told her that it has been many, many seasons of snow since he got his first wagon and team, but he was not so old that he could not remember the importance of it.
Checking everything once more, she was finally satisfied that the wagon was ready, and all that was left to do, would be for Ba'atar to present it to him.
Walking back to her wagons, her hands rubbed her back, brow furrowing at the twinges she had there that were growing stronger, and increasing in number. Soon, very soon.
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