Tipherale Warriors
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Joined: Nov 2006 Posts: 37 Karma: 0 |  | Finding a friend « Thread Started on Feb 26, 2007, 10:51am » | |
She rememebered the day she'd found Kyon, and told the story often to anyone who would hear it. it hadn't been that long ago, but considering where she'd been in the past few months it felt like a lot longer to her.
She'd finished her chores early, a task made easier by having nine others to assist with the work on the farm. All she usually did was milk the cows, collect the eggs, and lead the four horses out to the pasture to stretch their legs a bit when they weren't in use for travel or harvesting.
She'd run into her oldest brother, Herel, outside the house on her way back in.
"Where you think you're going?" He asked, busy fixing a loose panel on the side of the home. He used iron nails he'd traded for in the city the last time he'd gone there. Lately, that had only been out of sheer necessity. It probably had something to do with the darkness........even the sun didn't seem as bright anymore.
She stopped, squinting to see him in the afternoon light. "I was going to go for a walk."
He frowned. "You couldn't have finished all your work for the day, it's barely past lunch!"
She nodded quickly. "Of course I did, else I wouldn't go. Please Herel?"
Just then her sister Lorie came out of the house, carrying a pitcher of water and a few cups. Hereal came over and took one eagerly. Lorie looked over and smiled at her baby sister.
"Let her go Herel, no one's had much time for fun lately, and she worked hard to get everything done. She brought in the eggs over an hour ago, the milk first thing this morning."
Herel tried to look firm and failed. He was nearly twenty eight now, and the man of the household, but he knew when he was outnumbered. He walked into the house and came back out carrying an empty basket.
"Fine, go on, but you're going to be hunting for blackberries while you go. We can sell them or make them into preserves. Never an idle hand."
Tipherale smiled, accepting the basket. If it got her her walk she didn't mind berry picking. She thought about asking Owen, and Reyeni to join her, but decided to go on alone. They tended to be slow at their work and most likely weren't done.
"Thank you!" She said, and set off down the path, trying not to skip. Skipping wasn't for those who were grown.
She kept going down the path, humming and strumming a tune on her worn guitar. She found a patch of the blackberries, and soon had the basket mostly full. She walked a bit further, reaching down to pick up some flowers for the kitchen table. Something caught her ear, a light sound like a footstep. She looked up but saw no one.
She put the flowers into the basket, then up ahead she saw a brown lump in the path, that looked slightly fuzzy. She approached to investigate.
It was a bird's nest, and not an empty one. She turned it over finding three tiny brown speckled eggs. Two sadly were broken, but the third seemed unharmed by the fall. Tipherale looked up, and around. Not seeing either a frantic momma bird nor being able to spot which branch it fell from she bit her lip. She didn't know what to do, but she couldn't leave the poor egg out here.
She took off the kerchief that kept her hair out of her eyes, and gently wrapped the egg, carrying it back towards home on top of the berries she'd picked.
(more later)
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