Time Stamp 30 Fall 513
This late in the evening, when the stars and moon are the only lights in the sky the camp of the Drykas is quiet. Even the scuffling of hunting dogs, the whinny of a horse is muted as Endrykas lay sleeping. Inside the tent that Fallan had moved her to all was quiet as well, and Taylani lay beside him in their shared bedroll wide awake listening to the man who had bought her light snoring. She was settled against his body comfortably, his arms around her loosely as she stares wakefully at the top of the tent. She was neither tired nor weary, though her body was sore from learning what Drykas were expected to do in the course of a given day. Muscles that are well toned from dancing did not help here for it was muscles used that are not often used in city dwelling, such as moving through grasses that might be knee high at places. She had never realized before her time spent here that grass can be difficult to walk through when one does so in great amounts of time.
It was not her achy body that kept her fitful and unable to sleep, it was the dull cramp in the low part of her belly, riding into her back. The cramping and the proof she had found this morning that his seed has not taken hold within her body yet. The irony that she is disappointed that her captor's seed was not growing even now within her was not lost upon Taylani, but the bargain of two children was her ticket home -provided a new ticket did not present itself. That worry is what is keeping her awake now, the worry that she would never seen Syliras again because she would never be able to give him the two children he wanted. Of course it is simply a worry, no one had ever told her that she was not as fertile as the next woman, and indeed it never was a worry in her mind while she was free. However now, when her freedom rides on her ability to produce children the fact that her mother only ever quickened once, and that late in her life rides heavily upon Taylani.
Sighing quietly, the red head slowly slips from the bedroll, trying not to disturb the sleeping man any more then necessary. Padding across the ground to where her clothing was routinely tossed at the end of the day, she picks up her dress forgoing the undergarments. Once covered, she picks up her jeweler kit and crept outside beneath the stars and the moon.
Settling down into the grass, using the natural light from above she lays out wire, wire cutters, pliers and a handful of beads that she had picked up from the Eyktol traders. The bone ring she had tried to craft did not work out, so she hopes to try a less technical approach to rings tonight.
First she sorts the beads into groups according to color. Greens, purples, and whites were present in varying shades and she selects two beads first, one green of a deep forest shade and the other purple, that perfectly matches the purple in Fallan's clothing he wears. This last is simply a coincidence surely, and the fact that Taylani recognizes the shade of purple is not something that she tries and figures out. Instead she concentrates on the task at hand.
Picking up the wire, she measures out a length of four inches, then slides another inch out before she snips the end with the cutters leaving her with a five inch slip of wire. Picking up first the green bead she holds it up, the hole in its center hard to make out in the poor lighting but fortunately she is not threading a needle but a piece of metal wire that pokes through easily enough. She only allows the wire to slide down an inch before she picks up the pliers, grasping the end of the wire that is poking out of the bead and bends it back until it crosses the wire on the other side of the bead.
Shifting position of the pliers, Taylani twists the end tightly around the other end of the wire, ensnaring the bead firmly. Then she picks up the purple bead, turns the wire around so that the green bead is hanging from the bottom and threads the free end through the purple bead. She repeats the process so that now both beads are secure on the wire, with three inches of metal separating them.
This late in the evening, when the stars and moon are the only lights in the sky the camp of the Drykas is quiet. Even the scuffling of hunting dogs, the whinny of a horse is muted as Endrykas lay sleeping. Inside the tent that Fallan had moved her to all was quiet as well, and Taylani lay beside him in their shared bedroll wide awake listening to the man who had bought her light snoring. She was settled against his body comfortably, his arms around her loosely as she stares wakefully at the top of the tent. She was neither tired nor weary, though her body was sore from learning what Drykas were expected to do in the course of a given day. Muscles that are well toned from dancing did not help here for it was muscles used that are not often used in city dwelling, such as moving through grasses that might be knee high at places. She had never realized before her time spent here that grass can be difficult to walk through when one does so in great amounts of time.
It was not her achy body that kept her fitful and unable to sleep, it was the dull cramp in the low part of her belly, riding into her back. The cramping and the proof she had found this morning that his seed has not taken hold within her body yet. The irony that she is disappointed that her captor's seed was not growing even now within her was not lost upon Taylani, but the bargain of two children was her ticket home -provided a new ticket did not present itself. That worry is what is keeping her awake now, the worry that she would never seen Syliras again because she would never be able to give him the two children he wanted. Of course it is simply a worry, no one had ever told her that she was not as fertile as the next woman, and indeed it never was a worry in her mind while she was free. However now, when her freedom rides on her ability to produce children the fact that her mother only ever quickened once, and that late in her life rides heavily upon Taylani.
Sighing quietly, the red head slowly slips from the bedroll, trying not to disturb the sleeping man any more then necessary. Padding across the ground to where her clothing was routinely tossed at the end of the day, she picks up her dress forgoing the undergarments. Once covered, she picks up her jeweler kit and crept outside beneath the stars and the moon.
Settling down into the grass, using the natural light from above she lays out wire, wire cutters, pliers and a handful of beads that she had picked up from the Eyktol traders. The bone ring she had tried to craft did not work out, so she hopes to try a less technical approach to rings tonight.
First she sorts the beads into groups according to color. Greens, purples, and whites were present in varying shades and she selects two beads first, one green of a deep forest shade and the other purple, that perfectly matches the purple in Fallan's clothing he wears. This last is simply a coincidence surely, and the fact that Taylani recognizes the shade of purple is not something that she tries and figures out. Instead she concentrates on the task at hand.
Picking up the wire, she measures out a length of four inches, then slides another inch out before she snips the end with the cutters leaving her with a five inch slip of wire. Picking up first the green bead she holds it up, the hole in its center hard to make out in the poor lighting but fortunately she is not threading a needle but a piece of metal wire that pokes through easily enough. She only allows the wire to slide down an inch before she picks up the pliers, grasping the end of the wire that is poking out of the bead and bends it back until it crosses the wire on the other side of the bead.
Shifting position of the pliers, Taylani twists the end tightly around the other end of the wire, ensnaring the bead firmly. Then she picks up the purple bead, turns the wire around so that the green bead is hanging from the bottom and threads the free end through the purple bead. She repeats the process so that now both beads are secure on the wire, with three inches of metal separating them.
