She was feeling very good, exceptionally good. It is a wonder what a hot bath, clean clothes and a good nights sleep can do to restore a woman, or maybe even a man, as far as that goes. She had to smile as she saw all the braids along the trail bedecked by colorful ribbons and beads, they added just the right touch of color to the dusty landscape.
She had just finished feeding the girls and getting them settled down with the slaves, and had mounted back up on her kaiila. As she rode by the boys wagon, she saw Also's head peek out of the flaps and rode closer motioning to him. When he stepped out onto the platform she reached to pull him up onto the saddle in front of her and handed him the reins, and there they were again, him giving his mother a ride. She had to smile at how his little back seemed to get just a tad straighter and how his chin lifted, almost in pride of what he was doing.
It was a cool day, with the promise of maybe some rain in their future, but it had not materialized as of yet. The day grew later, but it was still far too early for them to stop, for they took advantage of every moment of daylight that they could, and suddenly the wagons started slowing to a stop and she could hear the sound of the drums signaling that there were stopping for the day, but they would not make the spiraling move to circle the wagons, they would leave them strung out in a line, which was highly irregular.
Putting her heels gently to the kaiila's side she moved up closer to the lead wagons to see if there was a problem. She found Ba'atar standing beside Tone, his hands on his hips, and a not too happy look on his face. Dropping down from the beast, she reached up to lift Also down, held his hand and approached her mate and asked him what was wrong. He nodded to a huge, black bull that was laying down right across the track they needed to follow, and said simply. "Him"
Her head tilted as she studied the bull, taking stock of his size, age and demeanor, and had to nod at Ba'atar's words as he said they would not move until the bull moved. Now if you know bosk, this could take some time. As she spoke with Ba'atar, Also slipped his hand from hers and walked steadfastly up closer to the bull, then squatted down near him, looking the huge animal in the eyes.
She took a few steps forward to go bring him back, but something made her stop. It would take the animal some time to get to his feet, so she did not fear for the boy, and found his manner in how he was looking at the bull fascinating in a way.
Soon he stood and walked back to where she and Ba'atar stood hand looked up at his father with an almost amusing, somber look on his little face and stated quite clearly. "He is tired. When he is not tired,he will move". He then took his mother's hand again as if it were the most natural thing to do. Ba'atar looked at her with one brow askance and she shrugged. "You want him to talk to you, and he just did." Turning around she led their son back to he kaiila, lifted him into the saddle, handed him the reins then pulled back up into the saddle behind him.
The last thing she saw before she turned the animal to go back up the long line of wagons, was Ba'atar standing there, his hand lifted, fingers worrying the hairs on his chin as they often did when he was trying to puzzle something out in his head. Laughing softly she spoke to Also and told him that she thought tonight would be a good night for her to break out some dried berries and make a cobbler for him and his brothers.
Mother's have the right to treat their sons to something special from time to time, now don't they?
She had just finished feeding the girls and getting them settled down with the slaves, and had mounted back up on her kaiila. As she rode by the boys wagon, she saw Also's head peek out of the flaps and rode closer motioning to him. When he stepped out onto the platform she reached to pull him up onto the saddle in front of her and handed him the reins, and there they were again, him giving his mother a ride. She had to smile at how his little back seemed to get just a tad straighter and how his chin lifted, almost in pride of what he was doing.
It was a cool day, with the promise of maybe some rain in their future, but it had not materialized as of yet. The day grew later, but it was still far too early for them to stop, for they took advantage of every moment of daylight that they could, and suddenly the wagons started slowing to a stop and she could hear the sound of the drums signaling that there were stopping for the day, but they would not make the spiraling move to circle the wagons, they would leave them strung out in a line, which was highly irregular.
Putting her heels gently to the kaiila's side she moved up closer to the lead wagons to see if there was a problem. She found Ba'atar standing beside Tone, his hands on his hips, and a not too happy look on his face. Dropping down from the beast, she reached up to lift Also down, held his hand and approached her mate and asked him what was wrong. He nodded to a huge, black bull that was laying down right across the track they needed to follow, and said simply. "Him"
Her head tilted as she studied the bull, taking stock of his size, age and demeanor, and had to nod at Ba'atar's words as he said they would not move until the bull moved. Now if you know bosk, this could take some time. As she spoke with Ba'atar, Also slipped his hand from hers and walked steadfastly up closer to the bull, then squatted down near him, looking the huge animal in the eyes.
She took a few steps forward to go bring him back, but something made her stop. It would take the animal some time to get to his feet, so she did not fear for the boy, and found his manner in how he was looking at the bull fascinating in a way.
Soon he stood and walked back to where she and Ba'atar stood hand looked up at his father with an almost amusing, somber look on his little face and stated quite clearly. "He is tired. When he is not tired,he will move". He then took his mother's hand again as if it were the most natural thing to do. Ba'atar looked at her with one brow askance and she shrugged. "You want him to talk to you, and he just did." Turning around she led their son back to he kaiila, lifted him into the saddle, handed him the reins then pulled back up into the saddle behind him.
The last thing she saw before she turned the animal to go back up the long line of wagons, was Ba'atar standing there, his hand lifted, fingers worrying the hairs on his chin as they often did when he was trying to puzzle something out in his head. Laughing softly she spoke to Also and told him that she thought tonight would be a good night for her to break out some dried berries and make a cobbler for him and his brothers.
Mother's have the right to treat their sons to something special from time to time, now don't they?
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