Time Stamp 65 Fall 513
It was evening once more in Endrykas, the stars were out in force twinkling over head, while on the grasses fires were lit, songs were sung and the Drykas were singing. There was a joviality that belied their hard existence, where one day might bring death just as easily as it could bring great joy. Perhaps that was the reason that they had these mini-celebrations at night.
Taylani sat off to one side, many things weighing on her mind, but she had rope in her lap and handfuls of beads laid on the blanket on which she sat. Her red hair was free flowing, though in her hair was pins that held it back off her face, the pins crudely made. Her cycle has yet to come this time, and it was nearing almost fifteen days late, when she was never late. Gods knew that she had been stressed and anxious, that could have interrupted it but deep in her heart she did not believe it. She looked at these strange faced people, strange customs, strange language, and strange heritage, and knew fear. Deep abiding fear of being pregnant amid these people, being pregnant with Fallan..by Fallan. Men will never know the unique vulnerability a woman is put in when she is with child. They might try to understand, but they will never understand the burden of knowing someone's life was very literally within your hand.
Being pregnant meant one's body was not one's own, one's body was going to go through a rapid series of changes, making everything more difficult more treacherous. Then the delivery itself...Taylani pushed that thought from her mind. She was alone and very possibly with child, and she was expected to do all that alone. With no one to comfort her, to offer her advice except the people that she tried hard to retain hatred for, but more often then not settled for dislike.
It didn't matter now, now she just was going to make some more jewelry to stash for Fallan to trade off some where. Tonight was going to be rope bracelets, she was going to be able to practice some of her more intricate knotting too.
It was evening once more in Endrykas, the stars were out in force twinkling over head, while on the grasses fires were lit, songs were sung and the Drykas were singing. There was a joviality that belied their hard existence, where one day might bring death just as easily as it could bring great joy. Perhaps that was the reason that they had these mini-celebrations at night.
Taylani sat off to one side, many things weighing on her mind, but she had rope in her lap and handfuls of beads laid on the blanket on which she sat. Her red hair was free flowing, though in her hair was pins that held it back off her face, the pins crudely made. Her cycle has yet to come this time, and it was nearing almost fifteen days late, when she was never late. Gods knew that she had been stressed and anxious, that could have interrupted it but deep in her heart she did not believe it. She looked at these strange faced people, strange customs, strange language, and strange heritage, and knew fear. Deep abiding fear of being pregnant amid these people, being pregnant with Fallan..by Fallan. Men will never know the unique vulnerability a woman is put in when she is with child. They might try to understand, but they will never understand the burden of knowing someone's life was very literally within your hand.
Being pregnant meant one's body was not one's own, one's body was going to go through a rapid series of changes, making everything more difficult more treacherous. Then the delivery itself...Taylani pushed that thought from her mind. She was alone and very possibly with child, and she was expected to do all that alone. With no one to comfort her, to offer her advice except the people that she tried hard to retain hatred for, but more often then not settled for dislike.
It didn't matter now, now she just was going to make some more jewelry to stash for Fallan to trade off some where. Tonight was going to be rope bracelets, she was going to be able to practice some of her more intricate knotting too.