Tascos Painting

The painting of wagons means something to me, especially lately, since I finally painted my own. I recall being sheepishly sad that no one but Astar had seen the signifigance in my wagon paintings. In the end though.. it only mattered to my daughter and I.

First son was just beginning to crawl and Lei and I were sitting in the shade of our wagon early this morning, watching him gingerly move around the soft grass. My mind was on other things, mostly the upcoming move and how nervous I was to make it .. without Fonce. I did not think Ayguili would remember all the little things, or his man. They had no real reason too. I was not part of thier personal family they way Fonce and I were family. I sighed thoughtfully and turned my head towards the breeze as the children giggled.

And that was when I saw it. I had missed it ealier, as just another wagon paniting but now... I saw the sunlight bouncing off the colors and they dazzled me, sparkled a bit. it was quite lovely.

"Lei, watch the baby, I will be right back."

She watched me go with a knowing little look and I hurried towards the freshly painted wagon. A warrior of the sky. My breath caught for a moment and I reached out to touch it. This was Tasco's wagon. I knew because I left food on his steps every evening. Food that was left from my distribution walks amoung the woman left behind. Widows did not eat much.

My fingers felt the rigid paint...

"Asria!" I heard and jumped, pulling back my hand guiltily as I turned towards the vioce.