Amber Dragonsfury
Painters Clan Elder
OO
First Daughter
MTC
: She stands outside of the wagon that holds Her honor for helping in the Kataii raid. She wasn't sure if She should just go rooting around in there..if She should have the things moved...or what She should do. She didn't want to seem greedy by taking the things that were given to Her too soon. She shifts Her weight and nibbles Her lip before walking up the steps and into the wagon.
: She peers into the darkness of the wagon before remaining on the porch. She really did not want to offend by going inside. That was the last thing She wanted to do.
: She goes to step inside, and then stops. Shaking Her head softly as She backs up a few paces on the porch. She nibbles Her lower lip as She stops at the very front edge of the porch, staring at the doorway.
: Her eyes return to the wagon doorway. She inhales a deep breath and holds it as She marches across the porch and into the wagon. She exhales slowly as She looks around. Her eyes alight on all of the possessions gathered and She steps a little bit closer before sinking to Her knees and pondering quietly to Herself.
: She may as well. No time like the present. She gains Her feet and turns on Her heel to leave the wagon. Going down the steps She stands at the bottom calling to smith and wesson, the two ex-Kataii warriors..who are now Her thralls. they come running, knowing better than to disobey, their backs had felt more than one kiss from Her whip already since they had been gifted, and it truly sucked to disobey Her.
: She nods and turns and walks back up the steps, the thralls heeling as they should. She turns at the top of the porch. smith, laterns. She looks at wesson. you...follow Me. She turns and walks back into the wagon, looking over the possessions again. She knew Terran would receive the weapons and trophies, and most of HIs clothing, and a few more of the more personal items. The rest, as far as She could figure..were creature comforts for a wagon.
: She settles on Her knees, Her leather covered flesh pressing to the rich fur laid there. smith brings about the lanterns, filling the wagon with bright light as She begins to sort through all of the possessions, putting aside what Terran would want from the wagon. All of the domestic things, like the pots and pans, cooking skewers and such, She puts into Her own modestly neat pile. She get's to a chest with gems inside of it and pauses. She knew what it would have been used for. She chews Her lower lip before dividing it all in half. She places one half in a smaller chest, and places the other half in a chest of the same size. One chest goes to Terran's side, while the other one goes to Her own. She sighs softly. She didn't want to do this, but it was Her Fathers wish..and KutaiKahns wish as well, She couldn't disappoint.
: She get's into a chest that holds clothing and just recloses the chest, leaving it be. It would be Terrans now. She only hopes the Warriors clothing fits Her skinny brother. She smiles a little thinking of Terran swimming around in a bigger Man's clothing. She shakes Her head softly and begins to sort through the next phase of possessions.
: She comes across a small leather folder. With her curiosity piqued she opens it slowly and nearly drops it as she gasps. Inside were sketches on rence paper. Sketches of her to be exact. Her sapphire orbs admire the detail and the great amount of attention poured into the sketches. It was her all right. Astride ImInnocent..braiding her hair...painting her Father's shields by the fireside. Her fingers trace over the sketches, a single tear racing down her cheek and splashing against her thigh as a light blush comes to her cheeks. She was alone, so the blushing didn't count, but still. She had been rather clueless as to his intentions, to his interest. She felt bad that she never noticed this man who had been watching her for quite some time. She closes the folder and tucks it into her pile. She was keeping those.
: She goes back to the chest she had found the gems in and begins sorting through the precious items placed in there. It felt odd to her, going through these particular items. These were items most would offer for a brideprice, and she now knows who it was for. She lifts out a hair comb carved from bosk bone, her fingers running over it lightly before she settles it onto her lap and takes within her hands the matching hair brush made with kailla hair bristles. She strokes each piece and looks back into the chest. Lifting up a fine gold chain she admires the charms attached to it. It was about the length of her waist if it weren't round. She sighs softly and her fingers dance over the carvings of wagons, sleen, kailla and bosk in the sleen teeth attached to the chain. She lets it slither from her fingers to rest into her lap along with the comb and brush.
: She peeks into the bottom of the chest and takes within her hands the last item within it. She lifts up the tabuk horn back scratcher. Her head tilts and then her lips curve into a soft smile as she thinks of all the nights she wandered off to scratch her back against the corner of a wagon somewhere. She shakes her head softly and murmurs. Sneaky sneaky Man. Always watching. She settles all four of the items back into the chest and nods to smith and wesson to move the heavy chest closer to her pile. She rises from the kneel and moves further into the wagon.
: She resettles on her knees, once more pressing them to a lush fur that lines the floor. Her fingers run over it as she looks to the walls. Her eyes slide by the weapons, shields and trophies, knowing that she..personally..does not have permission to touch a Warriors weapons. She would leave them there for Terran. Since this was His wagon now, He could move them when He was ready. Instead her eyes fell upon the exquisite tapestries. She stands and moves to one, admiring the rich detail of the plains scene picture there. Her hand goes out to run down the length of it, the materials it was made out of were soft to her skin. She smiles a little and turns in a small circle, admiring the other tapestry works on the walls. One by one she moves down the length of the wagon, slowly untacking the tapestries and rolling them carefully to be placed within the possessions that will be moved to her wagon.
: She moves on, feeling a little bit better with the passing time. Each and every item would be loved and cherished, used as they would have been should KamKhan had lived. She begins to pick up the plush furs, brushing them off, fluffing them up where they have been stepped on. Half go to her pile, the other half go to Terrans. She knew some things would have to stay for Terran's own living. She moved next to the ornate braziers. Having smith and wesson rearrange those as well she turns next to the crockery that was left behind, elegant, yet simple. She smiles, if she could explain her life..it would be with those words..elegant, yet simple. She lifts and moves the dishes to her pile and nods to smith and wesson. I believe you can begin moving things now. I'm not quite done here, but at least you can get started. She leaves the two thralls to their own devices on how best to move the things belonging to their Mistress now. She turns slowly in another circle, her sapphire orbs scanning what is left and what can be moved, what must not be touched.
: She stops in front of a wall mirror. Her head tilts to the side as she studies her reflection there. A hand automatically goes up to smooth out a few stray locks of hair that are sticking up. She turns this way and that in front of it, admiring her Tuchuk proportioned body. She grins softly, thinking about the city women she had seen, how tiny, how frail they appeared to be. And she thought they were weird for appearing to be such. She makes note to have the mirror moved to her wagon before she moves on again. She picks up two lamps from Turia and moves them to her pile as well before turning to look at the casks of tharlarion oil. She moves half of the lamps to Terrans pile and makes a note to leave half of those casks here, and the other half be moved to her wagon along with the lamps.
: She comes to the last chest, on top were sitting a wash basin and pitcher. Her eyes move to the door wondering if Terran would want it. Then she remembers he doesn't bathe nearly as often as she does and she moves the pitcher and basin to her pile. She opens the chest after she's moved those two items and peers down inside. Blinking softly at the contents before she shuts the lid and settles back on her heels. She chews her lower lip thoughtfully as she sits there and ponders.
: She rises up to her knees again, opening the chest lid again. She wanted to close it back up and keep it just the way it was, keep it the way the last time KamKhan touched it. Within the recesses of the chest..were the Warrior's memories. Each scrap and piece of His life that he thought was important..was in this chest. She sighs softly and peers down at the assorted items there. It was like peering into someone's soul. She settles back on her heels again and crosses her arms over her knees as she stares at the chest, not sure what she should do.
: She sighs softly and something catches her eye. She sits up straighter and she reaches into the chest. She pulls out a large piece of rock, it's edges and sides smoothed out by many years of water running over it. She just gapes at it, her fingers running over the rather crude painting there. She shakes her head. He kept that? All these years and he kept her first piece of art? She blinks a few times. The love struck ramblings of a five year old with a severe crush on just a boy then. Just a few years older than her. Her heart pounds in her chest as she flashes back to when she was that young. Remembering the feeling of being starstruck, imagining the day he would ask to court her...and they would ride off into the sunset on the day of their FCing. She shakes her head, her blonde waves falling over her shoulders. Her fingers traipse over the picture of the girl and the boy, hand in hand. It wasn't very good, she was only a child then. She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. She had almost forgotten that day, so much had happened since then, and with time, and as training and duties took him away from her, the crush had fallen dormant and then was forgotten as she grew older. She had always loved him, there was no doubt about that. She opened her eyes and clutched the rock to her chest, pressing it to her heart.
: She holds it there for many heartbeats, her eyes reclosing as she listens to the silence in the wagon, just her heartbeat in her ears, and the silence of a life that had ended. She takes the rock from her heart and looks down at it again, sapphire orbs filling with silent, unchecked, and unseen tears, mourning for a love lost, a friend who would never again smile at her. She didn't pity the loss, oh no, she treasured it in a way. His life for the Camp..Her Family..Her Home. That would never be pitied, never be forgotten. Not by her..Not by anyone. She rests the rock in her lap before she peers into the dark depths of the chest again. Every bit of his life was here. Every cherished memory was in this chest. She saw things that touched her deeply, personally..things he had kept..childlike things she had given to him as gifts. A piece of colorful glass that she just thought was the most exquisite thing when she was seven. He had even kept the braided thong when she first learned how to twine the leather together to make a braid. She shakes her head and her emotions trip all over each other. It was sweet, a rare thing seen by most from Warriors. She knew him, he would never show this side in public, but in his heart he had had a soft spot for her. The spoiled rotten Ubars daughter. Her lips curve into a wry grin as she whispers into the air, as if he were still there, lingering..watching her. Brat..
: She barely registers the sound of bare feet upon the wagon boards. She turns to peer at smith and wesson before placing the rock back into the chest and closing it softly. Her hands caress the well cared for wood before she nods to it, turning her gaze back to the two thralls. Her voice husky with the emotions running rampant, trampling all over her heart. This one comes with me as well. She clears her throat softly and stands, moving away from the chest with quiet ease. There were only a few things left now, and that was mostly pillows and other finer things that Terran would probably destroy accidentally and unintentionally. Soft pillows, ornate tables, she leaves a few for Terran to enjoy, but the majority goes with her. She moves and steps out onto the porch again. She breathes in deeply before sinking to the stairs and sitting there. She didn't want to leave yet. She wanted to remain in this wagon forever, surrounded by the familiar scent of KamKhan. She looks over her shoulder back inside the wagon and smiles before shaking her head at her silliness. But then again, it wasn't really silly to cling to the memories of loved ones who have moved on. She turns her gaze to the camp then, a hand coming up to rub at her eyes, banning the tears from them. It was a private mourning, not a single soul but her and KamKhan needed to know about it. That's the way it should be.
: She rises from the steps of Ka...Terrans wagon and begins to make Her way towards the main fires. She wrapped her arms around her waist as she walked, her step light, her heart heavy. She really had been blind to quite a few things her entire life. She shakes her head and runs her fingers through her hair. Really blind. She doesn't watch where she is going, she counts the steps from the wagon out of habit rather than need. Many had already done it several times over, and she was doing it now. 5..6...7.. She thought about the items left in that chest. She couldn't keep them all, as rightfully, they belonged to KamKhan... 18..19..20..And not only in a physical sense..but a mental and emotional sense..They were his memories that he cherished..why not let the O/others who shared those memories..know that? 41...42...43.. She nods to herself. Yes. The memories would be shared. She would find those who shared those memories with him..give them the memories in physical form..let them know what they meant to KamKhan. It would be so. It was her will, her way, her determination. 76...77...78..
: She reaches the main fires. Looking out over the F/family gathered as she clings to a shadow. She leans against a wagon before beginning to scoot around the outter edges of the firelight, flitting from shadow to shadow unconsciously, trying to remain unseen. She wasn't in a bad mood, but she wasn't in a good mood either. She was caught in the middle, torn between wanting company..and wishing to have none. She didn't know what to do with Herself. Well She did, but that would mean a few more days straight of exhaustive painting. She already had been up for days, painting the inside of Her wagon, She still hadn't moved to the outside. She could do a few more days before She'd fall into an exhausted heap, but at least, exhausted her mind couldn't traipse over memories.
: Unseen, unheard, unnoticed, just as She had wished to be, she settles upon her own wagon steps, leaving quite enough room for smith and wesson to get into her wagon and place the items she was having moved. She settles her chin into her palm, her sapphire orbs brooding quietly as she remains silent, but still observant. Her eyes on the here and now, but her minds eye on the past, watching ghosts of images stalk across the main fires. Her eyes follow things that aren't there. People who are no longer with her. Strong proud Warriors stride across the open space. Women, their hair bound in braids move about quietly. She blinks, banishing the images of time past back to her mind, except for one. A ghost that would never be gone from her, one that was never noticed in life. KamKhan still watched her from a distance.
I don't have much to say. I wanted others to see it that didn't have the opportunity to see it as it was played out in the room. -slips off quietly-
