At first I would fall asleep because I was just that tired, but a few ahns after sleep would claim me as its own it would release me into an awareness of pain and was all consuming. I woke up feeling my legs burn as if nettles were bombarding the raw flesh, it felt as if someone was pouring salt into the wound and rubbing it with black pepper and fire. I could not catch my breath from it and I did not dare move for it only made it worse. How long I lay there I do not even know, one of the healers that I did not know who was checking on everyone while others rested and took a much needed break or were still tending to others.
She must have heard the sound I made as I knocked over a bowl that was near by, I am not one for taking anything strong, wether it is for pain or otherwise, I do not like my senses dulled, but right now, it was exactly what I wanted and needed. I did not ask what foul concoction she made but I drank it and she sat with me until it took effect I was vaguely aware of the rolled fur placed beneath my ankles to elevate my legs.
Whatever it was it worked and I slept the rest of the night, once in a while aware of someone giving me something to more to drink, I did not argue or fight I simply allowed for what needed to be done, to be done.
The next day I did not feel like moving, I slept on and off and I stayed off of my feet. I became aware that I did not see my father or Falon, in fact no one had seen them. Hallie and Arkus were fine in fact they were off helping those in need and were going thru the wreckage that was left behind helping some gather pieces of their lives back together. My youngest son he was helping the elders of the clan find things and try to create an area for us to do some work to see what may be revealed.
It is funny the ones who know me, as suddenly I found my wagon full of young ones wishing a story, or a few others with the need for reassurance and guidance, I was kept busy but not so much that I was unable to rest, never did to many come that I was over doing it. The next day however, I had enough I could not stand it, I do not do well with idle. So I got up, well, the first time that did not go so well, I nearly lost my balance and cracked my head on the wagon. So, I sat in place for a while, contemplating this, I had to chuckle as Chulun brought me a big stick, oh yes, I like this. Talk softly and carry a big stick. He just cut me a look not finding the humor,of course not because that is what he does.
I used the stick to help me regain balance and I only took a few steps at first, not far, just outside, though what I saw just broke my heart, it was just a devastating sight, but yet within it I could see everyone working together, there was still within the pain some joy to be seen, I saw young couples suddenly realize what they meant to each other, and families who had squabbles suddenly embracing and talking, and all of us would take in the young children until their parents were found. I was pleased to see so many women step up and help. So many warriors working side by side. There was a bond there, the one that did not allow for the plains people to break. We were strong.. Together we could make it. We are Tuchuk and we can survive anything.
I would walk around carefully after a while and walk around the burned wagons, Cana was venting and I was glad to hear it, she needed to. It was better than that catatonic state the fire had left her in. One of my wagons was destroyed and my personal spex wagon was almost completely destroyed, I found my fathers slave lily near it, the only way I recognized her was a bit of blonde hair and the size of the corpse that was there. And all my wind chimes were all destroyed some of them were sentimental, and damn, my jar of eyeballs, nothing but little pebbles over the ground of what was once eyeballs. Well damn there went that iconic item.
I did not linger long as I caught the looks Ayguili and Ongel gave me, darn it I was listening, and his words of losing my legs to infection, skies, did he think me that dense. Where was that stick when I needed it.
I returned to my wagon, one because I was up to long and was in pain, and secondly I was feeling the sudden overwhelming of emotions of the plains bombard me. It was for the moment a dull hum, poking and prodding, I felt behind it the pain and sorrow that was imbedded within it.
What was awaiting me... I was not prepared for.
She must have heard the sound I made as I knocked over a bowl that was near by, I am not one for taking anything strong, wether it is for pain or otherwise, I do not like my senses dulled, but right now, it was exactly what I wanted and needed. I did not ask what foul concoction she made but I drank it and she sat with me until it took effect I was vaguely aware of the rolled fur placed beneath my ankles to elevate my legs.
Whatever it was it worked and I slept the rest of the night, once in a while aware of someone giving me something to more to drink, I did not argue or fight I simply allowed for what needed to be done, to be done.
The next day I did not feel like moving, I slept on and off and I stayed off of my feet. I became aware that I did not see my father or Falon, in fact no one had seen them. Hallie and Arkus were fine in fact they were off helping those in need and were going thru the wreckage that was left behind helping some gather pieces of their lives back together. My youngest son he was helping the elders of the clan find things and try to create an area for us to do some work to see what may be revealed.
It is funny the ones who know me, as suddenly I found my wagon full of young ones wishing a story, or a few others with the need for reassurance and guidance, I was kept busy but not so much that I was unable to rest, never did to many come that I was over doing it. The next day however, I had enough I could not stand it, I do not do well with idle. So I got up, well, the first time that did not go so well, I nearly lost my balance and cracked my head on the wagon. So, I sat in place for a while, contemplating this, I had to chuckle as Chulun brought me a big stick, oh yes, I like this. Talk softly and carry a big stick. He just cut me a look not finding the humor,of course not because that is what he does.
I used the stick to help me regain balance and I only took a few steps at first, not far, just outside, though what I saw just broke my heart, it was just a devastating sight, but yet within it I could see everyone working together, there was still within the pain some joy to be seen, I saw young couples suddenly realize what they meant to each other, and families who had squabbles suddenly embracing and talking, and all of us would take in the young children until their parents were found. I was pleased to see so many women step up and help. So many warriors working side by side. There was a bond there, the one that did not allow for the plains people to break. We were strong.. Together we could make it. We are Tuchuk and we can survive anything.
I would walk around carefully after a while and walk around the burned wagons, Cana was venting and I was glad to hear it, she needed to. It was better than that catatonic state the fire had left her in. One of my wagons was destroyed and my personal spex wagon was almost completely destroyed, I found my fathers slave lily near it, the only way I recognized her was a bit of blonde hair and the size of the corpse that was there. And all my wind chimes were all destroyed some of them were sentimental, and damn, my jar of eyeballs, nothing but little pebbles over the ground of what was once eyeballs. Well damn there went that iconic item.
I did not linger long as I caught the looks Ayguili and Ongel gave me, darn it I was listening, and his words of losing my legs to infection, skies, did he think me that dense. Where was that stick when I needed it.
I returned to my wagon, one because I was up to long and was in pain, and secondly I was feeling the sudden overwhelming of emotions of the plains bombard me. It was for the moment a dull hum, poking and prodding, I felt behind it the pain and sorrow that was imbedded within it.
What was awaiting me... I was not prepared for.
