Adapting

Days in Ar.

She did feel lost. Ar was not like either Darmoth of the mountains or Rarir
so close to the sea...so far from the plains it was not funny. There were tall
Towering buildings, huge markets that seemed to go on and on, and a lot of
strange people...

Eliza would indeed admit she was lost tin her own right but some how the
small woman would work it out. She always did adapt to everything tossed at her
even when her sons left to be trained she adapted..as a woman should.

A funny thing was the little physician loved hiding up in the trees on the
property to write or make sketches This was her time alone a solace for her in
the day she could pray, meditate, or just think. She needed this time just to be
herslef.

Other times she dressed properly as a free woman of her caste, coverings
for her braided hair, and veils to match to go out on the streets to explore.
Yesterday poor Lea did not even recognize her. Eliza did buy a few things from
some shops for she only brought a little bit of clothing. She made sure it was
proper and not to offend. At home she was more great to be herself a Tuchuk sort
to say.

Many scrolls brought along with books on more medical things lined along
her sleeping couch though most times she would lay on the floor to read by lamp
light till she fell alseep. She wanted to keep up with things in life to be
prepared. There were some nighst she would just go sit outside when sleep evaded
her.

Liza did take time to pen scrolls to be sent to the old man who watched
over mother, and to each of the stables to be ready for Emma's audit. One would
find the scroll her sons were in and they would know where she was. Each scrolls
seal with a wax insignia from her brother's home .There was no one else to
contact really though she longed to see Ina again here in Ar.

For now more exploring and scrolls to those who could get her supplies for
the shop.

Milo would take car of it all for her. Emma would think they were heading to the meeting point to send her back to Kar when in fact they were headed to Darmoth. Emma would be held now to go to three of the five stables and farms to
pull the correct counted amount of trained mountain kaiila for Cibrian's order.

It would be days later Emma caught on she scream and cursed but Milo was so use to it, he waved it off by smacking her on the arse and telling her to go to her wagon. He laughed " Get use to it, your not going back to Kar"

She growled and slanted her gaze at him angrily. "All my personal and
business things are there!"

He chuckled lifting the massive black arms to fold over his chest. " Eliza already sent ships to retrieve your things. So Lady Emma, Ass in wagon ! "He repeated once more.

Emma felt defeated and went to the wagon in tears. If only she could understand this was for her safety and her sister truly loved her.

Its been forever in a day since I thought of even leaving the clinic to venture anywhere. I have this inner twinge panging at my mind for some reason to go to the fair. So what did I do? I consulted my cards, to see what my path was.....New beginnings ..... This intrigued me to make plans...so I spoke to my farm manger, the staff at the clinic those who worked in the haruspex wagons...

Two hands later our journey began.

I felt at home has the Ships moved to the meeting spot that would bring the wagon and herds that left before to gather. At this point I stood on the rocks watching the sea sing It would be a time before I saw her again but right now it was time to show the world though tragic things happen we survive.

The flapping of wings could be heard above as I lower my hood to allow the darkness of river free. One hand lifted to block the sun as I watched the tarnsman bring their beast to the ground. I did laugh for I could hear my sister already grumbling about flying. She hates it so.

Emma looked the same young naive girl I left in Kar. She brushed her hands over her robes and gruffed at the men handling the tarns. Once our eyes locked she ran to me locking me in a hug. "Well hello little sister" I whispered softly to her ear. "I missed you"

She looked up at me as tears slid from her snake colored eyes. "I missed you as well. Its been to long. I am excited to spend time with you. The fair will be great now we do not have to deal with tarns. " She smiled beneath her veils.

"Well then lets get this caravan rolling. Come I have a wagon ready for us." A hand gestured to the main Tuchuk made wagon that had greens and blues upon it like foliage. We walked together then I told Emma to get in while I spoke with my lead guards. Soon we were on our way again.

New Begginnnings.

"Life is a choice - as is how you handle the pitfalls along its bumpy road."

Julie Donner Andersen,

from What My Widowed Husband Has Taught Me

Marcus set on the rail outside the inn with his arms cross and looking so solemn. She felt the weight of his stare yet she did not lift her gaze to him. “Woman are you insane? Do we need to make a trip to Sardar? " He stood up right and growled “it’s a mistake I tell you. Go to the plains… what do you know of that world?”

Lowly her words came in a softness she could give when she desired to do so. Marcus, my mother is their blood. I am part their blood. What would have me to do? Wait for Tristram to decide to come back? Or to go looking for Zo? I do know something, and I can learn the rest.”

“If you live to even arrive on the plains. Who is to say they won’t enslave you? Wont skin you and hang it up to dry over their fires? “
Her stormy eyes found him at once. “Stop that. You have little faith in me? In them? You judge them as if you know them. “

“Watch your tone with me woman!”

Her chin lifted higher as she stared to the silver haired man. “I need to follow this path. “

“Why? “ As his arms dropped to his side. “Because of a dream? “

“I need to know, if I don’t seek this I will never know. “ A shrug rose then settled. “She hid me in walls, though not with my siblings...why? I need to know. Am I crazy? Perhaps but I still need to know.”

He drew in a long breath then spoke even toned. “I will escort you to the plains. This I will do as my vow was to protect you. I will see you there. I will return to Rarir after that.”

She nodded. “Then I will first go see Emma. I need her to draw up the forms for the businesses, the ships. Anything else I need to give to her , to Alaura, and Tristram.”
“And to the brothers?”

“They have their own life. The women are my worry, though I know my sisters will live well.”

He grunted then looked to the sky “Best get sleep if we are to begin traveling in the morning woman.”

The small woman looked to him again then nodded before entering the door. Enough was said for now.

make me mind up

Its been nearly a hand since I spoke to the Tuchuk at the arena. His words did tug at my heart every night the sun set and allowed the tree moons to rise. Could I give up everything to go back where my blood is? Could I prove myself worthy? Am I strong enough to do this knowing I will see Alah as nothing but some slave to me?

There are questions I need to think on, to understand. I need to seek a vision in my dreams. I need to know that those who gave me life gave me the backbone and blood in my viens to be who I am. This I must do before I write Tristram with my decision, and set all my land to his and Emma's hands.

This is something I must decide alone with the winds.....

Oh, Great Spirit,

whose voice I hear in the winds

Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me

I come to you as one of your many children

I am small and weak

I need your strength and wisdom

May I walk in beauty

Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made

And my ears sharp to your voice.

me wise so that

I may know the things you have taught your children.

The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock

Make me strong--------!

Not to be superior to my brothers,

but to fight my greatest enemy....myself

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,

So that when life fades as the fading sunset,

May my spirit come to you without

Home again. Yes finally after a time of travel following the fair games I am home. The clinic looked good, and my room was fine once I reached the house. I don't think I shall leave Rarir for a long time again. Its good to be home.

Liza

The Auction and gift

Well I will say last night was odd. Atropos helped me at the Rarir Men's Basket Auction last night and it was the biggest event next to the men's spars. I was shocked really but happy we did so well. Over 20 baskets were offered up and bid on all for chairty. Thank you to all who came and helped in rasing the coin for the children.

Many of the men where karian, an they brought in high coin which I was surprised again. Drac not only did a bsket but he made a huge donation also. It really touched my heart that he was kind.


Pertinax used Naz's basket and was won by SOME woman. Piffle is what I would say on that.




I won Alezander but gave my basket up to another. Then I won Thordis' basket. It was very lovely how he had things set up. I got an invites to visit his home, and a few others. I dont know if I will get to travel to any, but I will try.


I do plan on taking up more of a role in my caste again, if I can.


I decided to keep the dagger Pertinax gave me on me at all time. Never know any more who will hurt who. Lately things have been so weird. I swear the sister moons are off tilt.


I think I am happy for Drac, now I see Jez so ga ga over him. I said I think I am happy...


I know this ais a lazy bit I wrote, but I am trying to get the Rarir group ready to leave and head home. I am also very tired, so forgive me. I need to place my thoughts more to rence, but its the time. Anyway I will write more when I can.



Eliza



PS I had a nice gift sent to me and a note.

::The messenger from Captain D Black arrived to present to Eliza a gift, donation and note.::

Tal Lady Eliza,

Enclosed is a small donation of 2 silvers for your charity.
==small pouch held the coins==

My thanks for all your hard work.
Please accept this small token of gratitude.
==small gift box lined in pink velvet, contained a pretty kaiila and rider broach==

I wish you well,

D

What if I came to you in the darkness?

Would you look away? Would you dismiss?

What if I stood bate under the moons glow waiting for you?

Would you stay away?

Would you ?

What if it stormed so that nothing was the same?

Would you wait it out?

What if I told you my deepest darkest dreams or desires?

Would you understand?

What if....

What is I told you the truth?

What if I told you of my fears?

What if I told you I wanted you near?

What if...

Life stopped.And to my knees I dropped.

In wordless tearsI gave to you my all.

What then?

Would this dream end?

Who am I?

A myth, a dream.I am what only I seem.

A Woman by law of my land.

I seer,

a seeker,

a Woman.

My name.

Hmmm......

Either name I give you,

it means the same on the winds.

I know of the broken shards of colored glass,

the silver larl with in the woods,

the old woman whose moon insanity

sung her riddles in Darmoth.

I know of pathways

tunnels,

and gates where the dead hung.

Sing of the Muse,

along the Thassan blue...

I know she loved them both...

Did he love her?

Who am I?

I know the healer, Pryde of the Hawk

once held high by the Tuchuks.

The holy lands of the Mask

and how it feels to be with in tribe.

I am of the rich ones, Paravaci.

And yet I do not belong.

I am tormented with dreams

and visions....

I know of the Haruspex,Sand Spirit and her bosk.

I shall always remember the story

of the moss from my mother lips.

I carry the quiva of

black steel and bone.

I was given a gift of a silver larl pelt.

Why am I haunted?

Who am I?

I seen the ships from my said father's eyes.

I learned of battlesfrom his words.

I walk tall unlike him with honor.

I am of Karain blood?

No....

Yes.

Who am I?

I do not fear the path before me.

I fear the how my dreams make me feel,

for they come true often.

I am who I am.

Eliza or Sneh.

I am what I am.

A Woman

A seer.

I am your dream or

Nightmare come true.

Come, take my hand,if you dare.....

Eliza