Quiet Evening

A piece of the wild honey comb laden with its amber nectar was carefully wrapped in some waxed parchment to take over to Fonce. I told myself that it could be payment for a good luck charm or a fix what is wrong charm or something. I have no idea how much luck you can trade for with a bit of honey but that was going to be my excuse As much as I have adapted to the ways of the Tuchuk and their beliefs, I still held no weight that even a Haruspex with the capabilities he had could change the future. I was more worried about what people might think. The last thing in the world I wanted was start tongues to wag more than they already do. What will people think Mirabelle? That was my mother’s chink in her ethereal beauty. I always told her I didn’t care but I do on some inner level. I cared enough that I was trying to be cautious where there should have been no need for it.

After all the recent dramas, I just need some familiarity, to talk with someone about everything and nothing. If I could be there as a sounding board as well, all the more better. I have to admit, it came as a great relief to find another of his friends already at his fires when I arrived. Seemed I wasn’t the only one that worried. The aroma from a pot of stew filled the air and for a moment I felt as if I had intruded. Isn’t it a warm feeling when just a look between friends can put you at ease without a word ever having to be spoken. I felt the welcome and found myself a nice spot to lean my shoulder while the three of us bantered about this and that for a while. I was about to ask him how he liked the richer taste of the honey when I realized he had added it to his stew and both sweet and meat were long gone.

We talked briefly about Fonce' new girl, pink. I offered him the use of my girl, lela to help her learn some of the ways of the tribe, more how to cook than anything. Lela is definitely not the best at those beautifully graceful serves so that would have to come from someone else but the down to earth details she could handle.

The topics were tossed around coming and going without any of us ever missing a beat when they altered. I asked Silk about a slave for an arrow point wound forgetting altogether there is a difference between humans and kaiila. She had one she tossed me that she said would work.

It was just a quiet evening among friends. Perhaps to some it would be a boring evening but for me it was one that meant a great deal.