I lived

I loved the roll of seasons from the change of South to North, then North to South. One camping year of the North, Master brought me a gift. Beautiful spiral arm bands that had the head of ost on the tip at the top and the fine detail of scales to the bottom. I loved them! They were taken from a raid saying once He pulled them out of a chest He knew they were perfect for me. Once I came into His life, He was doomed under my coils of devotion. I loved it, giggling as He slipped them on my arms and took a kiss. I ran off to show Haley and Brea as He went to share His other riches with His woman and children.

We ran out towards the herds to pick up out a fat milking Bosk to bring in and get ready for making cheese and butter. Once we found her, getting her to break from the herd and come willingly was another task. We teased with fresh grains and warm sugar water that was very fragrant. We would be looking for a thick verr also cause Mistress was having them sheared in a few days for new bundles of wool yarn and threads so such moments made them tense and the milk not as creamy for butter and cheese also! What a busy day we would have.

The cooler weather made for perfect cheese and butter making. It was no where near as warm as the South and the setting and churning was so much easier. As we got molds and buckets ready, oiling our hands for the long day of stroking we all spoke of our past and what we saw in the future. Our dreams were nice, as it toned down to more realistic things like trading beads, ribbons and strips of leathers. My Master was kind and gave us things we could do as we wished with. I was really wanting light blue glass beads for a necklace.

That night me and Brea made a fit meal of a small tarsk on a spit basted with honey butter and maple sugar. We made warm fresh bread and were starting to get the plates ready for the family when the drums started to go beat deeply within the whole tribe. They always started with the core of the first wagons and it took mere ehns for the drums from even the far outer realms of wagons to join in perfect unity.

There was a meeting off all head Warriors of every family who already had a first son. That must mean a full on attack of a raid. Something huge. Those from the east of the center were to meet at the Northern Herds. Those of the west were to meet at the Souther Herds. I could hear the excited calls of Masters starting to walk towards the meeting, as I ran with a bit of folded bread and tarsk for Him to eat on the way, as it was clear He would miss dinner. Brea followed me with a bota of water in hand. Sometimes these meetings ran all through the night. He kissed us both before a slap of the ass sent us back with a warning that Mistress will take the switch to both of us if we make Her meal cold.

We kept smiles and listened to First Son and Second Son tell stories as we sat near the family for that meal. The Mistress looked worried but hid it behind a soft smile. The meal was going fine, and when young Mistress started to tell a story about a huge sleen, the drums went off again.

We sat in silence listening to them. It was a call that Warriors would depart at first light. They did this so that women and slaves can get the Warriors stuff together. While they were still working out the plans at the meeting. So they could come to their wagons, rest, love their women, or slaves, and wake up ready to join the sky in victory or return to the tribe with riches. Either way, it was win, win.

Mistress gathered the two younger ones for bathes in the Bathing wagons, not the stream, and First Son went to collect Master's weapons. Me and Brea went to pack His sleeping fur for travel, food and water. What extra wool socks and leathers we could find to roll in saddle bags. Making sure His saddle was not in need of mending, and His helmet didn't have loose edging on the mesh or chin clasp. Once we all did our part, everything was ready, those of the kaiila Clan were at the pens making sure beast were fit for battle, and leather works were walking the wagons checking shields. Mistress sat drinking warmed wine and the two younger ones were being put to bed with verbal stories from Kinia and Talu. I would go check on Mistress seeing if She wished anything, always shaking Her head no, as She now and then asked if we had remembered His blanket She made at their Joining, or some extra jerky, even water. We would answer softly ' Yes, Mistress, Yes Mistress, yes Mistress' always bringing a little nod of approval from Her.

At this point. We were all waiting.