Dear one; that was a moniker she had not heard since she was young, but a flower on the verge of blooming with eyes and mind pining for knowledge. Malkar had often called her variations of it, particularly Dela-dear. She found it curious that this strange man, whose name she mouthed in an effort to memorize (along with the medicine-womans).
Before their names were revealed, however, Delani noted the brief change in the mans composure, the corners of her eyes tensing slightly as she considered him while combating the wariness that threatened to consume her and force her into a more natural sleep. She made a note to ask him where he had gone.
In the end, he revealed that he was one of many caravans that traded with Endrykas and his own people, whomever they were. That much he did not reveal, their strange featurs drastically different from her own kins. "Indeed it can." She found it a wonder that Drykas had been spotted only days from where they currently were; had she been so close? It likely wouldn't have mattered given her state when they had discovered her. By the time she could have gotten to their last camp, the city would have been a week or more beyond her. She would forever be chasing them, forever behind them unless she attempted to catch them in the season after next grounds. Maybe then...
The man was speaking of something during these thoughts and she realized after that she'd been half dozing on top of that; he was departing for now to let her rest. Delani nodded and turned towards Kyanapa when she approached her table-bed, the Drykas' brows rising silently as she saw to the bandaging once more. The broken common was hard for her to understand at first as she listened, but the gist understood and before Kyanapa could leave, the tattooed woman reached with her uninjured hand for her wrist, speaking slowly in common first and then offering a sign with the same hand which had reached for her wrist.
"Kyanapa...please know my thanks for yours and his salvation of me. I am honored by both of your kindness." Her good hand was raised to touch the merged tips of her fingers to her chin with her thumb pointed out. She moved the hand out towards the stranger whose medicine had saved her, bowing her head and adding in common. "It is one way we of the Horse say thank you. Tell him for me."
And then the elder was departing and Delani was left in silence, her mind filled with questions and gratitude alike as she stared at the canvas overhead. Slowly, the sounds of the world beyond helped lull her back to sleep, where she would remain the majority of the next 13 days, drifting between rest and wakefulness to eat and drink and relieve herself (likely with the assistance of the Elder). Sometimes she would try to ask of Kyanapa certain things, but the elder did not answer. Patience would be the key...
By the seventh day, however, her patience was up. It was time to have the deeper questions answered, and the Drykas would not take no for an answer...
xBefore their names were revealed, however, Delani noted the brief change in the mans composure, the corners of her eyes tensing slightly as she considered him while combating the wariness that threatened to consume her and force her into a more natural sleep. She made a note to ask him where he had gone.
In the end, he revealed that he was one of many caravans that traded with Endrykas and his own people, whomever they were. That much he did not reveal, their strange featurs drastically different from her own kins. "Indeed it can." She found it a wonder that Drykas had been spotted only days from where they currently were; had she been so close? It likely wouldn't have mattered given her state when they had discovered her. By the time she could have gotten to their last camp, the city would have been a week or more beyond her. She would forever be chasing them, forever behind them unless she attempted to catch them in the season after next grounds. Maybe then...
The man was speaking of something during these thoughts and she realized after that she'd been half dozing on top of that; he was departing for now to let her rest. Delani nodded and turned towards Kyanapa when she approached her table-bed, the Drykas' brows rising silently as she saw to the bandaging once more. The broken common was hard for her to understand at first as she listened, but the gist understood and before Kyanapa could leave, the tattooed woman reached with her uninjured hand for her wrist, speaking slowly in common first and then offering a sign with the same hand which had reached for her wrist.
"Kyanapa...please know my thanks for yours and his salvation of me. I am honored by both of your kindness." Her good hand was raised to touch the merged tips of her fingers to her chin with her thumb pointed out. She moved the hand out towards the stranger whose medicine had saved her, bowing her head and adding in common. "It is one way we of the Horse say thank you. Tell him for me."
And then the elder was departing and Delani was left in silence, her mind filled with questions and gratitude alike as she stared at the canvas overhead. Slowly, the sounds of the world beyond helped lull her back to sleep, where she would remain the majority of the next 13 days, drifting between rest and wakefulness to eat and drink and relieve herself (likely with the assistance of the Elder). Sometimes she would try to ask of Kyanapa certain things, but the elder did not answer. Patience would be the key...
By the seventh day, however, her patience was up. It was time to have the deeper questions answered, and the Drykas would not take no for an answer...
