Time Stamp 68 Fall 513
In the evening the Drykas encampment came to life, more so then Taylani had ever expected. Particularly now since Fallan had been seeking to immerse her more and more into the lifestyle, insisting she participate more then simply observe. She could only admit in her inner heart that the music that these people played raised her spirits, the dance that they did in the evening was beautiful if different then her own training. The joviality of the people would have melted the hard ball of ice where her heart once was if not for the fact that Taylani was harboring a secret fear. Taylani was not divulging that secret to anyone, assuming in her mind that they would simply lie to placate her.
So it was this evening that Taylani found herself seated beside a fire, drumbeats filling the air and the laughter and Pavi filling her ears. Fallan must be off somewhere enjoying this time of celebration though Taylani can not figure out what these people were celebrating, maybe simply for living another day. Life was hard out on the plains, but she was reluctantly learning that it could be rewarding. Around her sat many other women, most all of them either Drykas born or had been accepted in -and were accepting of- the Drykas. None were much more then ten years Taylani's senior, and many were what Taylani would have considered children.
They spoke to each other rapidly in Pavi, not a one would utter a word in common to her. Taylani could tell they were not doing so just to exclude her, but to encourage her to learn their language, to leave behind the crutch of speaking only common. They spoke to her often, gesturing and emphasizing their words with their hands, enough so that Taylani ended up with a length of rope in her hand, and a hand full of beads. One of the children beside her held up her own arm and pointed to the bracelets that decorated her wrists. The knots were intricate, and each knot some how cradled a bead, so that the bracelets were unique to each other. After the girl had shown her the bracelets, the woman on the other side of Taylani patted Tay's arm to get her attention. She then picked up three lengths of rope, and began to braid them slowly.
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In the evening the Drykas encampment came to life, more so then Taylani had ever expected. Particularly now since Fallan had been seeking to immerse her more and more into the lifestyle, insisting she participate more then simply observe. She could only admit in her inner heart that the music that these people played raised her spirits, the dance that they did in the evening was beautiful if different then her own training. The joviality of the people would have melted the hard ball of ice where her heart once was if not for the fact that Taylani was harboring a secret fear. Taylani was not divulging that secret to anyone, assuming in her mind that they would simply lie to placate her.
So it was this evening that Taylani found herself seated beside a fire, drumbeats filling the air and the laughter and Pavi filling her ears. Fallan must be off somewhere enjoying this time of celebration though Taylani can not figure out what these people were celebrating, maybe simply for living another day. Life was hard out on the plains, but she was reluctantly learning that it could be rewarding. Around her sat many other women, most all of them either Drykas born or had been accepted in -and were accepting of- the Drykas. None were much more then ten years Taylani's senior, and many were what Taylani would have considered children.
They spoke to each other rapidly in Pavi, not a one would utter a word in common to her. Taylani could tell they were not doing so just to exclude her, but to encourage her to learn their language, to leave behind the crutch of speaking only common. They spoke to her often, gesturing and emphasizing their words with their hands, enough so that Taylani ended up with a length of rope in her hand, and a hand full of beads. One of the children beside her held up her own arm and pointed to the bracelets that decorated her wrists. The knots were intricate, and each knot some how cradled a bead, so that the bracelets were unique to each other. After the girl had shown her the bracelets, the woman on the other side of Taylani patted Tay's arm to get her attention. She then picked up three lengths of rope, and began to braid them slowly.
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