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Childhood memories

Postby Miirza on August 4th, 2014, 9:30 pm

Ilarith held her youngest daughter close, attempting to comfort her enough to stop the flow of tears rolling down her cheeks. Making the occasional shhing sound, she slowly was informed as to the reason for the tears. it would appear as though her oldest son had been pushing Miirza around again, calling her unnecessary names, and threatening to hide her favourite doll. This was nothing unfamiliar for Ilarith however, since he did this sort of thing almost everyday, no matter how many times her bondmate wooped him. It all stemmed from the popular belief amongst her older children that Miirza was her favourite, which of course was preposterous. She had no favorites, loving all five of them the same. It was just, Miirza was also a wolf, and Ilarith was able to teach more to her then the others.

After a few moments, Miirza finally calmed down enough to the point where she wasn't hysterical, though she did hiccup from time to time, and she clung to her mother for a short while yet. After a long few moments, Miirza pulled away from her mother and wiped the tears off her cheeks. She gave a weak smile to let her mom know she was ok, and gave her a quick kiss.

"I'll be ok now I think mama," she said, her voice a bit shaky.

*****


For the next few days, Miirza spent time with her father, who took her out into the wilderness to show her how to survive if she ever needed to. She loved her father just as much as she loved her mother, mostly because they both loved to teach her things about this or that. Her father was the greatest hunter, in her opinion, and he enjoyed teaching her all that he knew. When the weather permitted, they would go out and he would teach her how to shoot a bow, or find tracks of an animal, and gauge how old they are. She seemed to have a knack for this sort of thing, possibly due to her other side. When she would find a track, she would be off in a heartbeat, four paws going as fast as possible, and her father would just shake his head and smile. She never went far though, her mother having always told her before they went out not to run out of eyesight of her father, but she still thrilled in the rush of running on four legs, smelling the smells, hearing the sounds. of course her father always had to carry extra clothes, but that mattered little to her.

When the weather wouldn't allow hunting, her mother and father would teach her and her siblings all about the Culture of Avanthal. They would talk about the way it was founded, the Holidays that were celebrated, and all kinds of other things. Of course it was easier for her mother to teach her these things, due to the fact that her father would only speak the common tongue, and Miirza always had to think hard to figure out what he had said. This was, of course, only a minor setback for her, because she got there eventually, even if she had to take a few moments to work it out.

*****


As the months drew by, and she entered into adolescence, she spent more time out with her father, learning how to start a fire, and what wood is best used for bow and arrow making. Her father taught her the basics of everything hunting related he knew, just so that she could survive if it came to it. While her siblings were running off doing whatever they wanted, she would spend hours trying, but never quite succeeding, to make a perfect arrow, something her father decided would be a good test to what she's learned. Every now and again, she would get lucky and make one her father was proud of, but he always pushed her to make it better, and when she tried to duplicate the good one, she always failed to get the same results. Luckily she never let herself get overly frustrated, though there were times that she would just take the shaft and chuck it at the wall. When she wasn't working on trying to make perfect arrows, she would go out and wander the streets of Avanthal. Never really paying attention to where she was going, but always muttering to herself, letting whatever frustration was inside of her out.

As her first birthday drew towards her, she worked feverishly on her arrow making. She wanted to present a perfect, flawless arrow to her father either before she turned one, or right on the day she turned one. Hundreds of arrows, and only a handful that would be of any use to her, until the day before her birthday, when she worked for hours it seemed on one arrow. When she finished, she presented it to her father, who took it in his hands and looked over it closely. She anxiously awaited his verdict, nearly hopping on her feet just to do something other then stand there. A large grin spread on her fathers face as he looked up and nodded.

"By far the best arrow you have ever made," he said slowly, so she could catch every word he said. "A hunter would be proud to have thus arrow in his quiver."

Miirza was overjoyed with his statement and rushed in to give him a tackling hug. She felt so relieved, even though she knew it would be difficult for her to do it again at this point in time. Her father returned her embrace, laughing at the sheer joy felt. After climbing back to a sitting position on the floor, he playfully ruffled her hair. She was grinning from ear to ear, so happy she finally made one he couldn't find flaws in. As he handed it back to her, she shook her head and pushed it towards him.

"Keep it to remember me by papa," she said. He looked at her and smiled a somewhat sad smile. Nodding, he walked over to the hearth and placed it on top, saying that it will stay there till the day this house burned down.

*****


The next day was Miirza's first birthday. It was also the last day she would live with her parents and siblings. It was a quiet day, a small breakfast, with everyone around the table lost in their own thoughts. Miirza kept glancing around, and staring deeply at her parents, as though she were making sure she remembered what they looked like for the rest of her life. After breakfast, they went into the main room and sat by the fire, Miirza choosing to sit in her usual spot on the floor by her fathers feet. They spent some time talking or just thinking to themselves, not really keeping to one thing or the other. Miirza's oldest sister spent some time brushing her hair, which didn't bother Miirza, because her relationship with her two sisters was by far better then the relationship between her and her brothers. As the day drew on towards evening, her mother handed out a small parcel to all five of her children. Miirza looked at it and wondering what was inside, opened it up. Inside was a small silver headband, etched with runes of the wolf language she shared with her mother. The etchings read thus:

No matter where you go
Or where you are
Always remember
You are my puppy
And I will always be with you


After reading the inscription, she looked up at her mother, tears in her eyes, and smiled weakly. She got up off the floor and gave her mother a big hug, nearly crying on her shoulder like she had done so many times in the past year. Ilarith returned the embrace, wiping a stray tear off her cheek as she did so.

"I love it mama," Miirza said through her tears, "it's the best thing I could've asked for."

Ilarith could only stroke Miirza's hair, too choked up to say anything. they were joined by Miirza's two sisters, and for a couple of moments, they just held each other. When they had regained their composure, they broke apart and weakly smiled. Miirza's father then got up and went to another room. When he came back, he was carrying five backpacks, one for each of his children.

"It's not much, but I'm sure you'll all have a use for it," he said as he passed them out. Miirza took hers, and looked inside. She saw a few items, not much, but enough to see that they were some essentials for life out in the wild. She took out each item, one by one, and set them to the side. One waterskin, one comb, a brush, a razor, a bar of soap, an eating knife, and some flint and steel. There was also a small pouch with one hundred gold mizas. After carefully putting the items back into the pack, she looked towards her father and gave him an embrace as well.

"It's more than enough papa," she said. She smiled at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He ruffled her hair, as he always has, and nodded.

As the day drew to an end, Miirza and her family had a nice dinner, got ready for bed, and said their good night's. As Miirza clambered into bed, she sighed, thinking about what lay in store for her in the tomorrows to come.
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No matter where you go
Or where you are
Always remember
You are my puppy
And I will always be with you
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