Wednesday, April 8, 2009


It was late last night that I stepped outside for a stretch and heard the whispers and the laughter. I did not make my way to the first fires, I was loath to stray to far from Lei right now but I stopped a blonde woman with a chest so large you could have used them as side tables.

"What is going on?"

She smiled happily. "The leather worker Yamka is of the First Wagons." She hurried off and I realized then that Aygulli must have become Ubar in Ba'atars absence.. Which meant he would be gone longer then I had thought. Oh, Cana!

I was so pleased for Yamka, I knew how badly she had wanted this and how hard she had worked for it. I hoped to see her very soon and tell her as much. Still, it would have to wait. I hoped she had not been shy about how happy she was when they told her. Yamka of the First Wagons had made my daughters magic boots. I was proud to know her.

It was only my worry for Cana that was dragging me down a little. I hoped Ayguilli would be as good to her as Fonce was to Lei and I. I hoped she felt as cared for and protected as I did. I wondered if I should say something to the new Ubar.. Congratulations? Or my condolences? Oh, sigh. I hope he will be a good Ubar, fair and just and swift. I hope his shoulders will not sag beneath the pressure of it all.

I heard Lei stirring, whimpering inside the wagon and I shook my head to clear it off lingering thoughts. I had something that took precedence over all else, to deal with.. Leis fever had not broken; the healer who had been seeing to her was growing increasingly worried and was to have a council with the elders of her clan in the morning. I hurried back to Leis side and began to blot her face with the cool cloths once again. I hoped she did not see the tears in my eyes.

I could not stand to lose her as well.

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