Mistrunner was unusually antsy this morning as we rode along the expanse of the plains, the air seemed to be warmer than it should be and the grasses instead of swaying softly in the wind to release their sweet fragrance, seemed to crackle and snap as they voiced their complaints of being to dry. My fingers drifted along the blades and instead of a cool smooth blade that would glide along my flesh in a soft caress, it felt rough and papery as if it would crumble in my hands at any moment. The ground held a light film of dust as the ground was rising in a dark swirl along the plains from the dryness that captured it.
This was wrong it felt wrong, I think back to the words Ayguili spoke to Fonce. Something was not right.
I had to think upon all the emotions of the tribe lately, the tempers that were close to snapping for some, it was an influx of emotion that even for us did not feel right. We are a passionate people but this was something else. Was the feel of the plains a hint of why, was there something being seen that we were not paying attention to. If so what was it that we were being shown.
Would we see it before something happened?
For a moment I felt myself sway from the force of heat that would over take me and I heard screams and cries rent the fabric of the night, my vision was blinded by something intense but I could not see past it. And then it was gone as if never there. What did it mean ? I felt uneasy, something was in the air, I felt it sizzle and crack around me. I already knew not to dwell on it for I would find no more answers from the sky, we are only given glimpses of things and left to interpret them.
The outriders had been told to not build any fires while out on patrol. As I rode I noticed they were abiding this edict from the Ubar , something I was glad to see. I returned to the camp and dismounted Mist Runner letting him ride off until I next needed him. He had a habit of coming and going when I needed him, he would ride off and disappear into the night as if he were a part of the plains that would breathe and come to life. I remember when Cana and I had first encountered him, Cana knew he was unique and special, he was in many ways almost mystical and seemed to be an illusion, definitely created for a Haruspex, but he was real, he was flesh and blood, and was very temperamental when he chose to, If someone touched him other than Cana or myself he would take a piece of flesh as a reminder to look only.
It was odd not having a fire at my wagon, but I had decided to not light it, I felt uneasy about things I have been feeling and seeing lately, there was an edge to the restlessness that held me in its tentacled grasp, I hated the waiting for something, it just unsettled me. I took precautions around my wagon and also instructed Hallie and Arkus to help Hallie, my youngest son he would help some of the elders of the clan. Everyone of the tribe was pitching in to ensure there was enough water not only at the main fires as Fonce suggested but at their own wagons as well. I called to Arkus before he left I know he would be working with Ayguili on various things and before he did, I would ask him to make sure that Cana's wagon had extra water and Mezoo's as well. He looked at me oddly for a moment and then nodded, he knew I could not always explain why to do something. "What of yours Mother?" He would ask. "Not to worry I will take care of mine." He seemed to hesitate and I gave him a reassuring smile, while he had grown into a young warrior, there were glimpses yet of the boy that worried of his mother. But he would do as I asked, not because he had to but because he knew there were always reasons for things I would ask for.
I would spend most of my morning gathering water and helping those of the clan as well, something seemed to push at me and tug at me, I sent lily over to speak to tori to ensure that they would make sure the healers all had water as well. It may be nothing and it may be something but if nothing else we would have enough to use sparingly if the rains did not come. I watched the sky for some time, no sign of rain clouds not even a rumble in the clouds, I could not feel that sensation that prickled my skin when a storm would be coming. Perhaps later it would.. I would stand back for a few ehn and watch the awakening of the tribe, the sounds of activity beginning as each began their tasks for the day wether personal or clan related.
That reminded me I handed lily an old skirt I had, well, not really old but it was not knew, it was soft, pliable and a rich deep black color, I would have her take it to Yamka and ask her if she could put a split on each side of it. Again I do not know why. I do not wear skirts. They just hinder me. Which is the only reason I do not wear them. So why would I ask her to do this. I do not have one iota of an idea. But there it was.
Now to go to work on some ointments and salves that have been sitting beneath the light of the moons for the past few hands, it was time to finish them. And so begins yet another day in the life of a Tuchuk woman. . . .
This was wrong it felt wrong, I think back to the words Ayguili spoke to Fonce. Something was not right.
I had to think upon all the emotions of the tribe lately, the tempers that were close to snapping for some, it was an influx of emotion that even for us did not feel right. We are a passionate people but this was something else. Was the feel of the plains a hint of why, was there something being seen that we were not paying attention to. If so what was it that we were being shown.
Would we see it before something happened?
For a moment I felt myself sway from the force of heat that would over take me and I heard screams and cries rent the fabric of the night, my vision was blinded by something intense but I could not see past it. And then it was gone as if never there. What did it mean ? I felt uneasy, something was in the air, I felt it sizzle and crack around me. I already knew not to dwell on it for I would find no more answers from the sky, we are only given glimpses of things and left to interpret them.
The outriders had been told to not build any fires while out on patrol. As I rode I noticed they were abiding this edict from the Ubar , something I was glad to see. I returned to the camp and dismounted Mist Runner letting him ride off until I next needed him. He had a habit of coming and going when I needed him, he would ride off and disappear into the night as if he were a part of the plains that would breathe and come to life. I remember when Cana and I had first encountered him, Cana knew he was unique and special, he was in many ways almost mystical and seemed to be an illusion, definitely created for a Haruspex, but he was real, he was flesh and blood, and was very temperamental when he chose to, If someone touched him other than Cana or myself he would take a piece of flesh as a reminder to look only.
It was odd not having a fire at my wagon, but I had decided to not light it, I felt uneasy about things I have been feeling and seeing lately, there was an edge to the restlessness that held me in its tentacled grasp, I hated the waiting for something, it just unsettled me. I took precautions around my wagon and also instructed Hallie and Arkus to help Hallie, my youngest son he would help some of the elders of the clan. Everyone of the tribe was pitching in to ensure there was enough water not only at the main fires as Fonce suggested but at their own wagons as well. I called to Arkus before he left I know he would be working with Ayguili on various things and before he did, I would ask him to make sure that Cana's wagon had extra water and Mezoo's as well. He looked at me oddly for a moment and then nodded, he knew I could not always explain why to do something. "What of yours Mother?" He would ask. "Not to worry I will take care of mine." He seemed to hesitate and I gave him a reassuring smile, while he had grown into a young warrior, there were glimpses yet of the boy that worried of his mother. But he would do as I asked, not because he had to but because he knew there were always reasons for things I would ask for.
I would spend most of my morning gathering water and helping those of the clan as well, something seemed to push at me and tug at me, I sent lily over to speak to tori to ensure that they would make sure the healers all had water as well. It may be nothing and it may be something but if nothing else we would have enough to use sparingly if the rains did not come. I watched the sky for some time, no sign of rain clouds not even a rumble in the clouds, I could not feel that sensation that prickled my skin when a storm would be coming. Perhaps later it would.. I would stand back for a few ehn and watch the awakening of the tribe, the sounds of activity beginning as each began their tasks for the day wether personal or clan related.
That reminded me I handed lily an old skirt I had, well, not really old but it was not knew, it was soft, pliable and a rich deep black color, I would have her take it to Yamka and ask her if she could put a split on each side of it. Again I do not know why. I do not wear skirts. They just hinder me. Which is the only reason I do not wear them. So why would I ask her to do this. I do not have one iota of an idea. But there it was.
Now to go to work on some ointments and salves that have been sitting beneath the light of the moons for the past few hands, it was time to finish them. And so begins yet another day in the life of a Tuchuk woman. . . .
